Swiftly like a veiled song
At midnight, ambling on its toes
Emerged the newborn era
Like a silent flow of seawater under the feet.
With Welcome bangs some scared it
Wishes and whims brooked in thousands of streams
Aspirations and ambitions mounted high
On unknown zeniths of dreams
Hugging as if they share love and life
Lips utter lighted words Happy New Year
But mind mumbled- this year let me see you
Artificial facial gestures thought
Officially they sprinkled smiles successfully
But the flowers what they thought smooth
Hurt others as shingle stones on their heart
Bustle and jostle hand in hand in a swing
Danced and sang even after late midnight
As the new born had its whimper
Every one slept in to deathly sleep.
Then the young guest all alone
Walked in the bare streets
Looking as barren lands
With past scars of cruelties
Unhealed injuries of prejudices
With an endless sigh the days
Moved on and on as usual with no deviation
Selfishness and prodigality
Lulled the youth with a snoop of rest
Again a big bang for the forthcoming time
Not even a look at the old- no introspection at all
Years will come and years will go
But ask a question
What is a mile stone in my life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem