The sun has set
It is curtains.
A year -2016
has gone to sleep.
Closed are the happy events
along with the sad ones.
They will fade from memory
It is a routine.A monotony.
Another year dawns.
Would hold both mirth and sorrow.
Host celebrations and disaster.
Will then sink into oblivion.
Cries of joy reach the sky.
Crackers explode. An illumination
endears. Hope resumes.
That be with you. Happy 2017
Meenas Poems 