Hey you Mr. New Year!
What makes you come every year?
Hanging like a bag of rocks,
Are these the resolutions, my dear?
You come as a question mark?
And leave as a period.
In my prayers,
I seek joyful rides and lot of cheers.
But sorrow and laughter often come in pairs.
Embracing your uncertainty,
I await to unfold some beautiful chapters of life.
Please deliver a hope in my letter box.
Not just pain and strife.
Be kind to yourself,
And let your kindness flood the world.
So, what will you promise?
Mistakes , worries , fear !
Or a blissful happy new year?