A New Year. Poem by Sushil Kumar Tripathy

On a cool morning
The charping of birds
And murmering of
Branches of leafy trees
Express a new year is coming
The cloudy dark cuckoo
Asks, 'Do you know!
What a new year is'
The Oriole replies,
The colour of morning sun
And it's rays
Is what it was yesterday.
The blooms of flowers spreading
Their delicious scent
Today, yeasterday
and will be Tomorrow

We fly upto the proximity of the sky
Eat what we search every day.
What change came that was not found yesterday.
Then what a new year is! ! !