As the New Year sees a new dawn
Seems like a new baby is born.
Each day feels like a brand new start
And the baby’s laughter melts the heart.
With toddler steps, it starts the day
Has learnt to talk, has lots to say.
“Spring” in its steps, the world at its feet
Forward it moves with no thought of retreat.
Jan, Feb and March pass by fast
As the baby is now a teenager at last.
Not the time to be slow & steady
Thinks it’s a grown up adult already.
As hot-headed as the “Summer” time
The year is about to enter its prime.
Rebel by nature and no more shy
As April, May and June go by.
It then enters a life of adulthood
Becomes more responsible, as it should.
The year is full of youth and zest
Each day is a challenge, no time to rest.
Like a trail of dropped leaves during “Fall”
The year leaves memories for one and for all.
Fair in nature, even in temper
Are the months of July, August and September.
And finally the year enters old age
Showing calmness & wisdom like a sage.
Breathes each day as its last
Thinking & reflecting on the year gone past.
Cool like a pleasant “Winter” zephyr
The year steps into its funeral pyre.
As this year dies, a new one is born
And the circle of life hence carries on!
As the New Year sees a new dawn
Seems like a new baby is born.
Each day feels like a brand new start
And the baby’s laughter melts the heart.
With toddler steps, it starts the day
Has learnt to talk, has lots to say.
“Spring” in its steps, the world at its feet
Forward it moves with no thought of retreat.
—-
Jan, Feb and March pass by fast
As the baby is now a teenager at last.
Not the time to be slow & steady
Thinks it’s a grown up adult already.
As hot-headed as the “Summer” time
The year is about to enter its prime.
Rebel by nature and no more shy
As April, May and June go by.
—-
It then enters a life of adulthood
Becomes more responsible, as it should.
The year is full of youth and zest
Each day is a challenge, no time to rest.
Like a trail of dropped leaves during “Fall”
The year leaves memories for one and for all.
Fair in nature, even in temper
Are the months of July, August and September.
—-
And finally the year enters old age
Showing calmness & wisdom like a sage.
Breathes each day as its last
Thinking & reflecting on the year gone past.
Cool like a pleasant “Winter” zephyr
The year steps into its funeral pyre.
As this year dies, a new one is born
And the circle of life hence carries on!
