The Old Year Poem by SIBABRATA MUKHOPADHYAY

Globalization has been well wrapped up
Like the golden ornaments on the bride
The airfare reduced, and luxuries to sup
Has been given a huge rebate with pride.

Economics and Finance are separate though,
Dust and fog and beggars on streets do play
Sunshine and lunar rays embrace each bough
Of trees on the boulevards dividing the way.

History and science play hide and seek
Quantum physics and superstition are
Finding a way in the erosion of soil sleek,
Sociology defeats the anthropology at par.

Religion and politics, both pant on same sigh
Both claim to be greater than each other
Education simply finds its position in high
And low, with depressed sarcasm sans bother.

The world has lost her shape, tune and tone
The map has alterations a lot day by day
Satellites feel the shame to rapture moan
And beggars drive the car and fate away.

Those, who are peaceful in sleep, and shy
They're also raising the voice for the right
But nothing they find on looking at sky
Only carry the pressure of silence of bite.

The ending year had a tremendous power
To downfall rapid and a lot to leap ahead,
Sports and culture and harmonies shower
The politicians survive, and promises dead.

The beggars on streets are helped by all
Blankets are given and for selfie's sake
No religion feeds ever, no politics call
Any really needed, all is show and fake.

Among all these, the year renews itself
Mankind is living lavish sans humanity
New year is on the threshold for help
Sans brutality and bloodshed with unity…