Children so full of innocence will go to school
they will sit in their classrooms and keep learning;
as they study, as they read and write, they will grow,
their thoughts will culminate, compete and strive.
They will become the aspirants of a great future
they will plan their steps as they move on in time,
they will look at their parent's and friend's achievements
they will track for themselves a better journey of success.
They will put their best efforts to be better winners
they will avoid the errors others have committed
they will stay focused in their actions and objectives
but they will never forget their sense of belonging.
Their home, their past will always be their nestling
they will always return no matter how far they go,
the New year will brighten their determination,
it will make them energetic and calculative.
It will also make them active and more rustic
it will instill in them a momentum of speed and force
it will make them discard unsteadiness and clumsiness
it will make them bulls-eye every opportunity.
It will even steer them to climb over bridges and ridges
of prosperity or poverty, of scarcity or abundance,
that finally someday when they reach their destination
their dreams will meet the realities they have waited for.
Success will evoke a sense of pleasure or pride,
happiness or disappointment; sadness or joy will follow;
but those who are less fortunate to reach their goal
will silently accept failure in what they could not do.
But the new year will incite in them a new self-confidence
it will resume their expectations and assurances
it will make them strive for what is probable
it will make them look for victory in every venture.
It will make each one aim for their target
it will make each one want to fulfill their ambition;
and though they may succumb to failures again and again
yet they will rise and re-attempt their tasks and chances.
Each one will work to preserve contentment, unity and joy,
each one will struggle to acquire profits and prosperity;
each one will not foresee what tomorrow will bestow
but they will toil no matter what yesterday has bequeathed.
And as time progresses, they may sometimes forget of gratitude
but each one will always count his or her blessings;
they will remember to pray and thank God fervently every night
for another year of 366 prospective days at their doorstep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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