On Eve Of New Year Poem by shuvo chakraborty

The air is mostly dry and cold, sparsely humid just for dews enough at night,
Trembling lonely kite on west side horizon in last round hovering
Summarizes the losses and gains ere the ancient sun slips to old year vault.
Souls gone, souls born are hand in hand seek the cave of absolute solitude,
To be buried under certain roof and hide from New year born morn.
Debts paid or unpaid, tributes received or left, Cupid with heart cleft,
Minutes lost or gained, pages read or unread, music eared or die down in vain.
Grasses and weeds grown in late year over our bones, flowers on our brain,
Strange fruits over our heads must be kept discreetly in New year garden
And lands fallow in last year be cultivated and sprinkled with sincere tears,
Wild beasts to be tamed and ponds full of ducks lame be given swimming rhythm.
If the hills rebound the weakest oaths and peaks hold high the falling letters,
If Snow clad white pines dreamt of green emerged, freezing stones of re rolling,
And end of terrible glitter of counterfeit gold, soft dying of torn string hoarse lyre,
Another soul of azure lamp perhaps may come out from the Sea of perpetual silence
The silence of absolute knowledge, mirth and actual joys
That eluded mortal world forever in quest of temporal enchantments,
Daughter of follies and grave disappointment, only to rupture the meditated glory
Which could have salvaged us from this dungeon of sorrows,
Taking all of us through the golden pages of diamond letters
And true happy new year morn would be dawned in pathos.