My New Year!
Ye came
Assuring here again:
No blood,
No more the blood tinged crown on your head.
It is crimson tainted sunrise
Foam of colour and light drizzling all over;
The stains of death, loot and rape would shrink soon
No room for the wild under your valiant light.
In the swing of thrill and joy
Ye mesmerize everybody
To dance and sing
Amid flowers, leaves and scraps of colorful wishes.
It is time
Color of blood faded away
In the waves of whiteness breaking under the blue sky.
All is not lost,
A Day has enough light.
