New Year vow
On my usual morning stroll,
salacious winter caressing my veins
I looked back on vows that
never took off the board;
Seasons too have a routine,
Come and go never pausing
to see if we have seen them.
Nature pedals its own cycle in hope.
So do I;that'smy vow.
And I cling to it like a lizard.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem