The Coming Year

At the sound of inmates of my mind,

I ask – “Did I sing the resilience’s tunes?”

Filled with hopes which were never revived.

Whispering waves even lost in sand dunes.

Year has passed, leaving a lost legacy

Legacy full of broken promises;

Of personal turmoil and low clemency.

Unreceived the year’s golden kisses.

Path’s beauty is more than destination,

Like bridge’s inculcating scene than lake’s end.

Now time has turned with new acclimation.

‘Tis blessed with blessings of current trend.

May the new year impregnate you with new thought!

To complete the rest of the poem that you wrote.

~Muskan Dahiya ✍🏻