Just before the end of day of New Year began
My mind insisted to reflect the day I had
New Year wishes that I sent and received
Gave me a message I couldn't yet try to listen
Wishes I sent were the remedies for the happiness
Which were not hard since they not rooted inner
Wishes that not sent have placed in guilty
Whispers it to me and feel a bit uneasy
For peace in inner I must have to be brave
To open the year for a dialogue with hard minds
They neither just enemies nor just friends
For some reasons they are closed and hidden books
To be called a truthful beginning
I must first give a try to begging
Who is the first for the close of ending?
If so, it would be the New Year wedding
Either it accepts or it rejects
You might not a looser of the time
Perhaps will open the book here again
To read the life of such human beings
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem