Here comes the New Year,
Holidays and fun
But like Blake I fear
For it brings me none.
Lovers must have chosen a place
To roam in the crowd lonely
Under Nature's lap or a palace.
To make this day memorable and lovely.
Fathers must have given a day
To return to his family in gay.
Friends must have choosen cards for their pals
Fathers must haven't forget the presents for his Dolls.
Nothing special it gives to me
Except few texts on phone
Does it give fun to thee?
I feel tired and alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's a sad commentary on the artificiality of relationships and the lack of genuine concern for one another or specious communication between the so called buddies in the present day society. Thanks for sharing a thought provoking poem, Trailakya.