Against me, against my soul,
And with no will I play a role—
A role to me by time lent
To look somewhat innocent,
Feeling filled to brim with hope
Even if there is no scope,
To try and appear fresh
Ready to take a daring dash…
Look, I aught look a New Year,
Though there's nothing new, I'm clear,
Said to me Twenty Nineteen
That has just been.
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There is little new about the year that dawns on 1st January, an arbitrary cut off point in space-time continuum. But man is fond of using set clichés, as this little ditty tries to tell us.
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Reflections | 45.01.2019 |
Topic: Christmas, New Year
New year becomes old and old year becomes new. But converse in nice way. You are wonderful person to write this poem.
Yes, I agree with you, a poem is as is interpreted by the reader, more than what the poet wants it to be. Thanks for visiting with your new insight.
New year will definitely appear as fresh as today. This poem is very interestingly and nicely penned.
Time is continuous but we see it as broken into days, months and years. New Years are supposed to be new, and we make a new beginning.2019 here as a new year is supposed to play a role, and that is what it says here. Thank you Kumarmaniji.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
aught: pronoun ARCHAIC " anything at all" Ought i know how you use " aught" ? ;) yes, it seems arbitrary when people celebrate New Year, but i guess it has something to do with astronomy and/or religion. I never (or rarely) feel what, to me, would be happiness, but i gladly settle for usually being " content" with my life. I could say more, but i'll stop now! bri :)
Sorry Bri, I had earlier addressed to your points, but it was considered too long and was wiped out.