A Word Play Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty

And it was told
A new year always can't be new
Because of its old hazards
On the other hand
Something exists long
Never bothering any calendar
Passing days to give new glaze
Just as sky moon sun and stars
New does not mean a cotton cloth
Knitted with fresh fibre
Repetition of olds with new value
Sometimes dance with high gesture
New year ultimately a comfortable system
To count days passing by...

Pranab k c
09/01/2025