“Whispers of the New Year”

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A quiet night turns into dawn’s embrace,
The clock strikes twelve, a fleeting space.
A year departs, its echoes fade,
A new path calls, yet unwade.

Stars shimmer with promises untold,
Dreams awaken from slumber’s hold.
Hope whispers softly through the breeze,
“Begin again, with hearts at ease.”

The world wears a cloak of fleeting snow,
Covering wounds, letting kindness grow.
Every crack in time, a lesson’s trace,
Each failure—a chance to find your grace.

Fireworks bloom, the sky ignites,
Banishing shadows of the nights.
Laughter rises, and spirits mend,
A chorus of joy, where fears suspend.

Yet beneath the cheer lies a silent plea,
For love, for peace, for unity.
The earth spins on, both frail and strong,
Carrying stories, righting wrongs.

So step forward, with courage anew,
Let kindness be the thread you sew.
For this year may be fleeting, like all before,
But its whispers can open another door.

RAJAT CHANDRA SARMAH

Guwahati , Assam , India

02/01/2025