A beginning- they call it.
A beginning of a New Year,
As they dance about in joy, with a happy tear-
burning in the chilling winter
in the fire of excitement,
in the glow of the thousand firecrakers
lighting up the darkness...
And the next day- the same monotony of life,
as they wake up,
forgetting the resolutions of working harder,
they are cast in the spell of the chilliness,
the corruption so deep rooted in them.
What is new?
When life is old, when people are old,
when another day begins?
when the same routine be followed each year,
with goals not to follow,
dreams not to chase,
and spend the day with few long gaze..
Shouting upon that poor old man,
Giving just a penny to the thin, beggar woman,
Throwing litters as a sign of your visit,
Shouting for not being given the ladies seat;
The ritual of breaking resolutions,
of finding problems to solutions,
these continue,
has been happening each year.
How New year will bring out the change?
When what has to be changed is what we are?
