New Year Poem by Namita Rani Panda

One year of life died
giving birth to a new morn,
promises had been made
but as usual forgotten.

Filled with fragrant moments
cared by loving hands,
made many new friends
though left many behind.

Tasted a few laurels
crossing dark tunnels,
traversing difficult bends
leaving behind obsolete trends.

Many wishes withered
before they fully blossomed,
rivers of tear overflowed
simple cheers were shattered.

Gushing wounds profusely bled
happiness fearfully fled,
heart desperately cried,
hopes completely dried.

A mixture of sweet and sour moments,
memories never die but forever please/ torment,
year comes and goes
life as usual briskly flows.