Twenty four goes away Twenty five comes,
With sweet tunes and beats of drums;
Dreams fill eyes and despairs die,
Sunshine kisses the cloudless sky;
New buds bloom in golden urns,
Yet they keep their old concerns;
Years come years go, time is ocean,
Artful heart must beat with passion;
Old and new are a pair of dove,
Fill our vases with verse of love.
-
Author:
Sumit Datta (
Offline) - Published: January 1st, 2025 00:51
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 17
Offline)
Comments1
A hopeful message to carry for the new year, nicely written
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.