As one year segues so imperceptibly into the next
Can I perceive a subtle change of tempo?
Or will the unrelenting beats of normality and toil
Still harry me to where I do not wish to go?
Will dull routine dictate in all its strict exigency
That I must march along in step with drab conformity
Or glumly sit, soul-sapped, immured by inability
To shed the shackles of conventionality?
The pantomime of life declines into mere parody;
The chrysalis of change appears extinct within its case
But still I hear a whisper of an unknown melody
That, disassociated, floats released from time and space.
It lures me on, like some Pied Piper to discover self.
And chides me to attempt to find some fresh solution
And bids me leave the humdrum on the shelf
So transformation is my New Year’s resolution.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem