New Year Introspection Poem by swatee sripada

Swiftly like a veiled song

At midnight, ambling on its toes

Emerged the newborn era

Like a silent flow of seawater under the feet.

With Welcome bangs some scared it

Wishes and whims brooked in thousands of streams

Aspirations and ambitions mounted high

On unknown zeniths of dreams

Hugging as if they share love and life

Lips utter lighted words Happy New Year

But mind mumbled- this year let me see you

Artificial facial gestures thought

Officially they sprinkled smiles successfully

But the flowers what they thought smooth

Hurt others as shingle stones on their heart

Bustle and jostle hand in hand in a swing

Danced and sang even after late midnight

As the new born had its whimper

Every one slept in to deathly sleep.

Then the young guest all alone

Walked in the bare streets

Looking as barren lands

With past scars of cruelties

Unhealed injuries of prejudices

With an endless sigh the days

Moved on and on as usual with no deviation

Selfishness and prodigality

Lulled the youth with a snoop of rest

Again a big bang for the forthcoming time

Not even a look at the old- no introspection at all

Years will come and years will go

But ask a question

What is a mile stone in my life