True Problems Poem by Hans Raj Sharma

On the eve of demise-
Demise of the present year
Simple death of one more year
I see through the tricks of time
Making people view and watch
Celebrating births and deaths
Each time as an end of the old
And beginning of the New Year.

Looking back into the centuries
Unchecked, racing back to no end
Looking forward, reaching nowhere
When, looking into the present
A serious conflict continues
Between both success and failures.

The history, promises and challenges
Ensuring, skilfulness of the time-
Further, with no guarantee, no hope
To get an answer to the true problems.
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