Few more days; few more nights,
With eager hearts, we wait for lights.
The sullen page will take a turn,
To show us flames of a new lantern.
Yes indeed; I take an oath,
I'll entail positive growth.
Showering drops of ardent rains,
I will cure all mundane pains.
New year; newness do we see?
A changing land beneath the tree.
I feel not change shall kiss the earth;
Till our actions fill the dearth.
A year of death and broken trust,
Agony, anguish, and aghast;
Adorned us with some petals of gloom,
Mixed with poisons; burning fume.
A lot must happen to fill the gaps,
To fetch the pens with broken caps.
Suffering, distress, and shattered hopes,
Must all be sewed with golden ropes.
As a child of mother earth,
I must make her cherish in mirth.
I must serve the ones in need,
Devoid of anger, lust, and greed.
I must ensure happy smiles,
Where no hunger rules the miles.
I too should live a blissful life,
Showering tunes of a divine fife.
Working hard to bring the change,
I must walk through every range.
Filling lives with an ardent glow,
I must help each one to grow.
Imparting knowledge to the earthly men,
I must efface all clouds of pain.
In lines of fear and anguished dreams,
I must sprinkle holy streams.
The new year brings us wings of grace, To fly through winds of grave distress. I promise to bring down blissful rains, To heal all wounds and lethal pain.