Happy New Year Poem by Indira Renganathan

'Don't go into the wood'
Said the mother to the babe
Then to vanish into the grave
Leaving behind a blackout to brood

The piquant nascence flavoured the darkness
Then that the darkness grew ecstatic
A destiny of black art born rhapsodic
Innocent babe ignorant of somberness

Sudden syndromic cries then pierced..
'A female, kill her, a male, give him a gun
So what a female give her too a gun'
So such, much a diabolism, the babe shattered

'Let there be light' hath said the God
What cause hath the manifold
Sunlessly in sunless hours to exult
Satan in human guise by default?

In a paradise of sunny wishes righteous
Clothe the babe colourful, ambrosial
In the sunny empire then 'HAPPY NEW YEAR'