Meenas PoemsYear after year
there be a great tear
setting in for a gear
something in the rear
going without fear
closing the eyes in sheer
opening out when it is near
there happens to be no jeer
as everyone peers
the days dawns brightly queer
shedding of its lag and wear
with revelry on the first day of the year
which accumulates an expense dear
and a love exchange very dear.
The year has begun
with lot of fun
partying and cheering in all sides
none wish to go by an abide
the day has dawned in some parts
it has fallen in certain other areas
a year full of actions would be there
so twelve months fly in no time
with the dawn of another year.
that be the schedule all through the ages
that be the movement in process
yet revelry takes the upswing
with people losing their basics
shouting and roaming in streets
bringing the sky down
an experience that we undergo
a feeling that brings
yet have to put up with them
as the majority like it to be so
well, being a minority
has its own difficulties
this be one of them greatly.
a nausea
Harping on this particular day
I am almost in the center of the play
as the trend all the way
calls for a celebration in the sway
I, unable to get along in the fray
pull back from the gay
that goes along with the day
which was not found before in my country
but came into force with the British
coming into my land with a wish
and an intention to do trade
they did great transactions
took control of the land in course
left after much effort and struggle
by my countrymen and leaders
with a bag full of riches
a plunder so to say
leaving behind a practice
alien to this ancient country
that being an expression of joy
with a pomp and splendour
not known to my people
who lived an austere life
adhering to rituals and rites
chanting mantras and slokas
a tradition going beyond the ages
now getting decimated by unwanted extremes
that of ostentation exhibiting a glare.
An eventful life it had always been
with incidents great and small
that which everyone experiences
he may be simple or great
being high or low
happening to be wealthy or not so
acquiring power or remaining powerless
the day passes on with actions
that be of importance to each one
bringing him happiness or sadness
well, that is how we have to go
taking every day as a new one
attributing no speciality for the new year dawn.
Keeping on saying the same thing ,
“Happy New Year”
year after year with a cheer
signifies an amazement all the more
that be the tradition we are steeped
hard to come out in clear sequence
portraying nothing of great consequence.
The day breaks with sounds great
crackers add to the cheer
flying up in the sky
making a blast and a noise huge
heralding a brand New Year.
The year is supposed to bring
innumerable joy and thrive
proposing a prosperity and drive
that be the expectations of all
as hope is the thing that makes up all.
Expecting so much from the 
new-born
stretching too much from the nascent
being a great strain to the little one
yet we get in the stream
enforcing much part of our dream.
The year is another leaf
a new shoot from an old tree
performing as its predecessors
nothing more and nothing less
a simple equation indeed.
Taking that much in consideration
anticipating nothing more in suggestions
a plain acceptance of this day as normal
helps us play a safe game
that of caution and restraint.
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