Saturday, December 30, 2017

171. On new year


An old year goes,
A new year comes-
Unbroken remains the chain.

Each year is filled
With same number of months,
But no two years are the same,
Some years pass too quickly,
Some just won't go away.

Each year has to be lived
Until a new one arrives,
And no year will stay,
Because you don't want it away.

2 comments:

How do we know said...

Very True, as always!

Bikram said...

very true sir.. and lovely poem :)

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