New
Year Eve,
End of December, New Year’s Eve,
Crackers
blow, majestic in front and back
of houses
and multi storied apartments,
Convivial mirth ringing aloud.
Joining hands with church peal.
Augury of undoing all that
is abominably mad, painfully sad,
into
a lawn of greenery and opulent.
All
faces hiding how much of sorrow
Yet, tapping the stick of
optimism
bold on the streets of
angst and tension
writ large
for years not obliterated;
bright in the morn early and near
all
faces wishing with cakes and drinks
joy and smile welcoming all passersby
crackers sound and bound beyond walls.
Hope
beckons every household
Like babe’s smile when lullaby on air
betokens with an aura of positive move.
December goes but with a
nod
Weep no more, for in the rustle
Of wind and sweep, there is pot of luck.
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