The year bundles.
how fast it has been?
I wonder.
2017, as it departs,
makes way to the next one,
might be in a few hours
in the regions, I live.
Birth is an ordeal, an effort
to both mother and child.
A cry records the entrance.
The labour of 2017 identified
in the privileges and deficiencies,
achievements and failures
wrap with a grace.
2018, with a cherubic smile,
greets us to another period,
one of hopes, that of glory,
while expectations soar.
This is an anthem, a requisition
to my friends, strive to make
peace and contentment
rule the world. Think not of
contests and fights.
Smile, the world will be yours.
Meenas Poems 