The tea stalls and coffee kiosks
Are humming with voices
The evening has brought a thousand delightful conversation
It was the year of new hopes
The roads cleaned by the rain
Still smelling of Calcium hypochlorite
And
With the day's work over
The night awaited
For friends and families
People sat by the tea stalls
And talked of prices and politics
Of sports and new happenings
For
It was the year of new hopes
With new cures for Coronavirus disease
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I would like to translate this poem
yeah I think so this is the year of new hope