Year 2017 Poem by Shishir kant

Is it my last day on earth?
Who will take his mighty birth?
I shall fight against my Death;
Earth, looking cold; ready to receive a guest.

The wind is howling like storm,
With the message of death and birth;
Death, more than the usual birth,
The earth seems cold and mirth.

Some have passed restless night,
For none but mirthful and bright light,
Is the wind mourning or celebrating?
The darkness will end up with my strife.

O Death, come and fight to me;
Whether you or I shall die,
Christ has born, for many years,
No one will mourn on either you or me.

Laughter after laughter will surround the earth,
New year, New body, New hope will take birth;
Who will think of me; more than you?
I shall fight and get legendary place.

O Death, come and fight to me,
Whether you or I will die;
Death would be like Phoenix death,
And with the death new seed germ.

Germ, but again my beauty regain,
Tide my body in a memorial shroud,
For none, but I must proud,
Ah! let the voice down from the mighty mind.

Laughter after laughter will surround the earth,
New Year, New body, New hope will take birth.

By
Shishir kant