Shall I look up to the New Year
for cleansing of the cobwebs
which has slowed me down
however, I feel time is my breath:
to hope there must be a platform
the telescopes must be fungus free,
I don't see through the lens
I see with my cataract eyes
the smokey towers of Babal.
You say I should hope for good
dream of resurrection
eat humour and read witticism:
You know love when you complain
I have only a sickbed time
to offer you longing for ICU
how do you think I will see Eden?
Is it just a form to see bright
time's one more leaf has turned
opening to a new chapter
perhaps of joy and fulfilment
well then, so be it :
Let my New Year be wishful
fruitful orchards and songbirds
make my life a warbling paradise!
Sabita Sahu
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