You Come In Your New Dress Year After Year Poem by Ravi Kopra

You come in your new dress year after year
and the moment you step in we welcome you
at the zero hour with gaity, music, fun and fireworks.

We have been doing this since
we found you wandering on the flat earth
under a big blue round tent in the deserts of arabia.
Your tent pinned down to the ground
with huge pegs of mountains all around you.

Under the tent we lived with you, and above it lived
God in paradise, with virgin houris and beautiful fairies,
with music and gardens and fountains and honey and bees
and drums and drums of red dark wine made out of
the sweetest of sweet dates of the deserts arabia.

We all are happy here now, even though God
kicked us out of the heaven eons ago for eating
too many red apples and plundering his bees infested garden,
except few of his faithful, followers who still
follow him blindly and want to return to him
by blowing us first and then themselves in despair.

O dear past year, before you go back at the zero hour
to the heavenly father above the blue tent over us,
please take our message to dear Allah - what could we do
to send his blind followers to him instantaneously.
We have lighted you way with lights and fireworks all over the globe
lest you get stranded away in the dark at the eleventh hour.