Time And New Year Poem by Durai Muhil

That which has been moving,
Unnoticed by everyone,
A wide path full and brimming,
Light of the Supreme shone,
On every creature living,
In the loving shades of one,
Whichever was the loving,
First in creation by the One,
The oldest of all living,
Given a name by the man,
Pervading all, everything,
Still and a silent one,
As to be witness to happening,
And there is only one,
And no definite detailing,
What they define time,
Has moved on without notice,
Man's thoughts to a nought,
The accumulation weighing,
Weighing on his shoulders,
Is he happy to welcome
One more phase, the year.