New Year Is Not New Poem by Chan Mongol

NEW YEAR IS NOT NEW
Poem by: Chan Mongol


I hear the New Year, the New Year, the New Year every year;

The New year comes in every year, over and over!

It's the round shaped wheel which moves on and on,

New Year goes up and then comes back to the Babylon!

Haven't you heard the conception of reincarnation;

That, all here and there will come back as the new production.

They say that Jesus didn't die and he will return here;

Life is just a process and death isn't the death forever!

In a cyclic order, continuously things are to redo;

In the same way, with the velocity of high and low!

And the concept been remaining the same;

By rotating twelve months, the old returns with a new name!

We made mathematics, calender from the lunar and nature;

Each of us born within one of twelve rotating months of the year!

The English month January is not the New Year everywhere;

Different New Year comes in different names in different culture!

We see the tendency of following the English calendar;

And we grow up with global trade, education and behavior!

For the record, many ethnic nations follow two calendars;

They will keep it up until the sunset of their own years!

Refurbished and repaired New Year looks new;

Fact is, nothing is new but just looks new to view!

It takes time to reshape and regain in similar condition and nature;

Length of time tries to properly proportionately make the atmosphere!

Nothing is new but all are edited and we call them new which is just a tradition;

We are only wheeling and twirling the New Year celebration!

I do, hereby, want to say that there is no New Year;

Periods and conditions rotate after the damage repair!