I, as I stood
On the threshold of 2K,
Looked back to say
Adieu to 1900.
I exulted aloud
With a rhapsody of praises to the novelties.
I, again, looked back -
The novelties of 1900 were no more novel
I felt a flick,
Time stuttered across, crossing 1900.
I sat marvelling at the
Time-led 'novices' of 1900
I waited inquisitively,
Time, non-stop, meddled, moulded, mended,
The 'novices' of 1900
To become novelties of 2K
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi, Nice poems but complicated words... (may b poets are like that only :) ) Keep writing...