Coming Year Poem by Rajiv Tripathi

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Slipping from steps of moments
Time expresses blithsome feelings
In the fort made by our creator
Man is to listen that is coming from firmaments.
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No pain but joy is enabled to pass
Through the road that goes to the conscience
To feel the worth of creation in every moment
Man is to push forward not to squash.
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The coming year is nothing but a bird
That will sing song blithsome
To make man cheery to fly over obstacles
To reach to the world of truth not absurd.
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