The pages are gone in histories
This year is passing for ever
Making its own histories, failures, triumphs
The results are not at all in pass marks
Or merits to reckon with happiness
The dreadful moments in histories
Still wonderful and happiest events were there
Giving us hopes at large for a bright new year
May the best wishes continues for a new journey
The new year start the next day with the hopes.
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