Like every year
Again it is time
2017 will soon slip away into history
Again another resolution
Again the celebration
Everywhere in the hotels, pubs, television channels
To rejuvenate the cold and welcome the new year
Awaiting to commence its journey
Days pass nights too
Time slips away
Hairs turn grey
The body structure shows its dis figuration
I am helpless
To smileand jump with joy
Where are those days
I am left with Lamentations
How could I celebrate 2018?
Again it will slip away
To allow me vanish into the thin air?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am left with Lamentations How could I celebrate 2018? .... I think there may be commas and semi-colons but no temporary stop before the real full stop in life. With a positive frame of mind, each day can be a celebration. So, let it be. Thanks.