A new year came
on the wedding day
another on the day
my son was born.
A new year came
at the death of my papa
in the bald wrist of my mom
a new year drained my blood
another pumped something into
alas!
the sky it is
I often smile
and often cry
as the new year pass by.
As the new year pass with everything left behind, you are really very kind, I like this write, thanks Golaka babu, please read me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
New year brings different things at different stages of life. It makes one smile and makes one cry. Expectation is always a smile.