How fast those months have flown,
With turning of my calender's page,
The month of December loomed large
on my face; -
Another year comes to an end!
As memory stores the passing year,
With its darker shades of sorrow and pain,
And rainbow-colored happy hours!
As we look forward to the next,
With all our hopes, aspirations, and dreams!
For December marks the beginning of an
end,
And January only the grand beginning!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem