Old year shed like the leaves of a tree.
No matter how bad it was, lift your eyes & see
The delight of a new angel who is coming to you.
Whose face is bright & whose eyes are blue.
Little stranger knows nothing about you.
The old one never told your stories to him.
As you were too lost in crowd like others.
He knew nothing about you & your whim.
But its an inception for you.
Its the time to become 'MAN OF YOUR DREAMS'.
The old year is sleeping in his grave &
The new one knows nothing about you....! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem