New Year's Eve Poem by Ajit Das

New Year's Eve

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Dead of night: it's freezing cold;
street light glints eerily
through a dense cover of fog.
A queue of homeless people
waiting for free food
winds up near a big mansion.
A bonfire by the road side
keeps the wintry chill at bay.

Those fatigued of long wait,
with food packets in hands,
huddle around the dying flames,
looking from the periphery
to the dawn of the New Year.
Will it augur well for them?
A tinge of hope flickers
across their pale, dejected faces.

Monday, December 28, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: poems
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Edmund Strolis 29 December 2015

Within your expressions a tinge of hope exists. That makes your writing well rounded. smallest amount of hope is necessary otherwise we can surrender to hopelessness and make excuses for indifference. Some writers may list a page of negative observations, done easily enough but hope for even the smallest relief from suffering is a seed and a beacon we must never surrender.

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