NEW YEAR

New Year

Time is infinite, always it is the same,
Then where fom the name New Year came?
Time cannot be old , time cannot be new,
Like a flowing river ever it has he same hue.
It is the events which alter , so we feel different
at different points of time based on the incident.
From 12O'clock of 31st December to one O'clock of January morning,
Nothing may change in time, worth discerning.
But we celebrate,feel happy, make merry in gay abandon,
welcoming New year as if time has come in a new garb for world's million.
Time is the same flowing stream but ever going on and on,
unmindful of what happens on the banks or bed and what does not happen.
So no point to make merry ,no point to worry or feel sorry,
for man's convenience time has been named December,January.
No time is new no time is old, it is a quiet flow,
a limitless continuum it is, we all know.
After December comes January in a cyclic order,
while time remains time with the least concern about hopes and aspirations of your.
The new year fervour and fever remains for a day,
from the next day onwards it is the same dull dreary life anyway.
The same struggle,the same battle, the same strife and agony,
the same rat race for name, fame,comfort and money.
Witnessing all these time, the eternal,smiles silently within,
"How foolish are the human beings, I am indivisible,indefatigable an unforeseen.