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,

Nostalgia,

Wishes that never came true,

And sibilant whispers of old, long-forgotten fairy-tales.