The 31st Of December Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

On the eve of it
Think I,
How will it be the new year
For me,
How was it the old one
Passing out,
The experience of
Past years
And the feeling for
The new one to come?

Shall I look new
Or I the same old guy,
What the thing
I realizing it
With time fleeting away,
Memories leaving not behind,
Experience teaching it otherwise
With bare reality
Overriding the sensation and thrill
Of the new year to come?