The Old Year Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The Old Year



The old year
Like the old man
Passing off
And the new to come in
Handsome, handsome.

Handshaking, greeting,
Smiling
And saying,
Nice to meet you, meet you,
Oh, thanks, my God!

Monday, December 14, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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