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.
Meenas Poems 