On This Day Of I St January Poem by Gajanan Mishra

On this day of I st January
I am calling you, my dear,
And you are coming with winter.
I like it, I love it
Here I perceive a new way of life.

The sky is knocking at my door,
We are inside, we the four.
The sun is hiding himself,
The city is calm and quiet,
And I am calling you, my dear.

The quest is on, and we
All are in waiting room for
The guardian of a quarter, who is
Coming to tell the truth that is not near.