M.D DINESH NAIR (9 -21 / Thrissur (Kerala) / Vijayawada (A.P) , India)

Our new year party starts at 10 pm for you all.
With smiles and chats you will be at ours..
With graceful steps and melodious songs you will enthrall one another.
And you will wait for us the Indians alone
For we shall not be at ours for sometime.
We are somewhere else you may presume..

Our far off friends will look at the clock in all anxiety
And wonder where we have gone for, What for and so on.
Your steps will slow down and your melodies will fade
And you will begin to fret and sweat for our absence.
Still we will not be around you.
We are dead and buried you may fear..

As the clock is about to strike 12 at night
We shall open a window of our home but no doors
And jump through it to come to your tables
Unfilled with any drink, cake or cocktail.
But we will tell aloud A HAPPY NEW YEAR and you may respond coldly.
We are rude and mad you may tell even..

Then the sky will open and all your new poems will pour down
Into our plates and we shall taste them each.
We will wonder what a NEW YEAR PARTY you have begun to give.
Many of your plates will be filled by one another
And the NIGHT will pass on to 2013.
We are hosting guests you may wonder..

Some of our Indian poets may sing sadder songs for a while
And most of you may keep guessing why it is so.
We the Indians celebrate this new year only for you guests
From the other lands and those beyond the Atlantic
For the reasons that might be known to you all, please.
We are moody and nervous you may observe..

We and you the poets of the world have one home over here
And we shall sing all our chorus later together nay not tonight.
And we shall dance to the tune of our Indian women too then
Who may one day enthrall all of us perhaps you too
When all their fears have gone for ever.
We are now eloquent you may accept..

Tonight as you whisper your HAPPY NEW YEAR GREETINGS
Unto our ears deafened with shrieks of trodden eves,
We look upwards into the sky once again
And see a hundred stars laughing at us the mute poets.
'You sail into your fresh waters ever dear poets'.
We have only the Bermuda Triangles around us you may tell..