Karan Pratap Singh
Some untold feelings of happiness, in the heart.
The year is about to end, will breathe its last.
The hearts are racing in speed break neck.
Churches to temples all are glittering.
With light of the year, breathing in flattering.
Where ever eyes goes, all packed with people..
Making merry enjoying, the leaving year in true people.
The old order change, giving place to the new.
The shrill voice of the new born, is just going to renew.