At the get-go, am I to get into
the new abode,
swinging between two brothers,
with each other shortly, part the siblings,
on the elder’s completion of his life.
Performed his duties with skill and smartness
though witnessed in abundance our mishaps.
Destiny drove us to the torrents
taking away many lives of the ill-fated,
he eyed the wars between people and people
and nation and nation; terror, humanity nil
and found in killings thrill.
The younger but in new garb will loom afresh;
smile on the face and hands, cheerful
to cuddle us, bringing the honey of comfort
to sweeten the days, it will carry, giving
a smooth go for the world to plan its future,
filling hope in anxious hearts, holding our hands
to light a wick in the dark and guide us.
The year in hand at bidding bye
waves his hand to his brother, offering his throne.
Forgetting the bygone occurrences,
fulfil our resolutions for the period waiting,
and may a good spirit of feeling be our pal of pick.
MAY THE NEW YEAR BRING JOY TO ALL.
