The flawless dawn was getting tarnished.
The blazing fire of the sky which once used to melt me down,
Has turned into a cold white ball,
Concealed inside the veil of clouds;
Dangling and halt;
Then swirling and halt.
The wind was changing its sail.
The aura was changing its tale.
Autumn trees – bare.
Fields – ploughed and fair.
Birds changed their songs
And their shelter
And their peers.
It was the hue of New Year;
Old – to – the – new
Past – to – the – present
Then – to – the – future.
It was a change;
Changing has never been so easy.
Change is all about –
Seeing grace through the disgrace;
Hope through the hopelessness;
And self through the selflessness.
Yet everything seemed static;
The same old year prevailed.
Just the feelings changed;
Or may be the urge to see a change
That compelled me to say –
“A HAPPY NEW YEAR !!!”