Folding the teguments of groundnuts
in piece of paper, once very useful,
both now crushed as waste,
I throw them into the stream,
In a stream of conscious mood,
Sit on rocky stone, a stand by,
let them go, allowing your
Vagabond ideas limited freedom.
Nearby a tent, the playful urchins
enjoy burning up all old,
on the one side paper boat,
burning up, the other side,
Bonfire engulfs all old tattered clothes,
a vow is taken new roots in my pages,
it is difficult to erase old memories,
Promising, they usher into new vistas,
a facelift for the old,
the plastic is recycled into
a new silver wrapper,
the bonfire still glows ,engulfs,
painter busy for his livelihood,
sturdy brush coats the scribbled,
the painted wall, still is wall,
Yet New year booms with messages.
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