On The Eve Of New Year Poem by swatee sripada

On the eve of New Year
Umpteen number of such days
Slipped away into the past
Casting their heads down
As expelled children from the school of time.
A few toddler years
With lots of gay and gaiety
Jumping and jostling
Roving and rampaging
As spoilt brats of middle school
Some more after that
Consistent and concentrate
Focusing on life’s path
Reciting duties and responsibilities
As college heroes Glided
Limping and laming
Pumping philosophy into words
As if carrying the entire universe
On fragile shoulders
Came the middle age blues
Now
On this precious eve of
This New Year
Shall I call you all to this summit
With a few do’s and don’ts
Leave your inhibition outside
Come in with Open mind
Accept responses and respond.
Bring with you the feeling heart
And a full toast of your creativity
Take back a heart full of liveliness

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