New Year: A Midnight Passing Poem by Paramananda Mahanta

New Year a mid night passing

My heart wonders
Why you tossed into the bed so early
When the day is still to over,
The whole year counts her passage
Loaded with all if and buts
Many caring hands yet to left
Waiting with their last offering
With the comforting Thanksgivings
And some other ready for the play
For the next time next week and next year

Pain in the heart still bloating
Make shifting into the unseen world
Complex and