Like an egg cracked;
Bringing a new chick.
Like a pollinated flower;
That gives out a new fruit.
A new sky in a new day has erupted,
From the dead day,
With the brightness of the sun.
The crowing cock is a signal of a new dawn,
Whenever you see a shopping for ring;
It's the joy of a new bride.
A flag dancing happily;
It's saying freedom has come,
The rag on the kitchen floor;
A sign of new wears.
But, whenever you see and hear;
Mortals and pestles fighting,
Shrines filled with bodies,
Bangers banging,
And fireworks lightning.
Children in new robes;
Visiting friends in festive,
Sea of hands flying for hallelujah,
And mouths shouting for joy.
You should know,
That new season is here,
For a new year has come.
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I would like to translate this poem
Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.