31st December 2025 Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI
31st December 2025
Eternal journey—
we appear as dots in the firmament,
and vanish without disturbing the sky.
Time flows on,
like a river that was never born—
only named.
Moments arise and fall,
as waves do;
the water remains.
Midnight changes nothing
except our counting.
Joy does not wait for a future instant.
It abides in awareness.
May you rest in what continues
while all else passes.
Happy New Year
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