As a re-annual beautiful bride Of dreams and reflections Time again is to turn eighteen After the midnight: The joyous confluence Between the new and the old. All years just follow Only to bid adieu in succession... Happiness and joy in our life Would be soaring high Above the weary-dreary terrain Of failure, rejection and dejection, Taking all the revellers To the comforting zone Of success, beauty and youth - In realm of sanguine rejuvenation. Time comes; time goes by Life courses in the same vein - Bleeding to be healed up With a renewed hope, Or thriving on thrills Of scaling heights of hills, For looking beyond the cloud Time knocks at doors of the crowd.
