The New Year Poem by Murali Ramanath

The New Year
a new year comes here
and another year goes there.

days counted into short months
months billed into lengthy years
years rounded to make our beautiful life.
lives joined to make this wonderful world;

with it goes dead leaves, our old life
and memories of unbearable strife

with it brings known monsoon seasons
and enjoins our bosom to unknown persons

with it flowers glowing wonder buds
and opens our life to colored buddies;

with it our calcium teeth might fall;
our children our breath still respond to our call;

with it all our bodies grow old;
divine life still remains young and bold;

with it one day we may cry and die;
then we have to simply say bye bye;