Certain Is The Making Of New upon The Grave Of Old! Poem by Savita Tyagi
Certain Is The Making Of New upon The Grave Of Old!
December night-
Moon pushes through dark clouds
Like the baby pushes through
The dark womb of a mother.
At the end of the year
The old year is pushed out
To make way for the new.
Passing into oblivion
What does the old year
Leave behind?
A book of answers,
Or just more quizzes
To Who and Why?
The master of time reveals nothing-
The rotten year is
Pushed into grave
Or burned to ashes.
Year after year
We look for an answer
As to how and why
The year came
And where it goes now!
Dark clouds return to hide moon
Moon too promises to return.
In the moving play of time
One thing remains intact
Year after year-
Certain is the making of new
Upon the grave of old!
12.30.2020
Thank you so much all of you for your comments and for your support. Wish you all a very happy new year with peace love and ever more poetic inspirations.
Very good poem, so true, gives one cause to ponder. I love the title!
That has got to be the best title ever. Then the body of this poem matched the depth of its title. An awesome write worthy of 5 star rating!
Certain is the making of new Upon the grave of old! It's the law of nature, what mankind can do is to hope for the best
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 12:43:33 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Passing into oblivion What does the old year Leave behind? Great inquisition. A prudent write that corelates the past with present n the moving play of time. HNY 2021 dear madam. For this wonderful poem...5 stars