Wednesday, January 2, 2019

A New Year's Poem

We belonged to an era bygone-
We believed we would get what we long,
For the first day of the year is auspicious,
"কল্পতরু" would grant us wishes precious.

So, make a wish
On this auspicious day-
And see how this comes true.
Because the world is a wish-granting factory,
All you need to do is seeking blessings of the Almighty.

We believed in such fairy-tale,
That wishes made on the first day of the year never fail.

Now the pages of old poetries lie tattered,
Crisp, yellow pages- here and there- scattered.

And when I try to pen down a new poetry-
It still reeks of melancholy,
Wishes that never came true,
And sibilant whispers of old, long-forgotten fairy-tales.

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