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Elegy of 31st December [ 2025 ]... [Written &annexed with the "OLD one"on 2025, 30th December ]
YOU !
You come again and again
At the end of Each Year.
To remind us
That Life is eternally new
And New !
So let us celebrate !
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****I Posted the OLD POEM to share with new readers!
Wish you all
HAPPY prosperous NEW Year....2026 !
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Dec31/2024
31 of Dec/2024.
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Oh 31st December,
At the fag end of the year
Amidst the light, music, crowd and cracker
How do you feel the kick of the Newyear
At chilled midnight?
I hear a howling outcry
Piercing the feeble melancholy
That lost in the orgies and cacophony,
"Forget me not, forget me not,’
New years come and Old years go
But please leave a sigh and a drop from eye
For me!"
Wrapped in silent languishment
Do you wait with one more stone
for the grave, to welcome the next 31St?.....
Or, wish to join in the team of
Mourning concert of all
Past 31st Decembers together?
But there is nothing to mourn,
As in the cemetery of Time
All past present and future
Stand in the same pedestal,
Keep running with the eternal flow.
New year comes and old years go!
N.B.
I got the idea of this poem from my personal diary which was written more than twenty years back; lt was in prosaic order and in my own language, Bengali.
It was a night when 2000AD, the new millennium was just approaching with a mixture of daunting apprehension and overwhelming vigor. I was alone in newly purchased apartment [that my husband purchased ],in a completely unfamiliar new neighborhood. As soon the clock declared 12 ) 0'clock, I heard from my 'tight-closed apartment' the bursting of crackers along with music and cheering voices of people from all around ; out of curiosity I opened the door and came out in the balcony to look down the lane.
Wow! The narrow lane down was festooned with balloons and decorated t with multi-colored lights like roof over the lane in a design which resembled spider's net. I peered the view of joyful kids with glittering party hats on their heads and whistles and enjoying icecream (defying the chilly weather of the December! ),the giggling parents, young men and women were having funs and snacks from the adjacent food-stall. The lane looked like an empire of Arabian Nights described in the fable. For the last two years , there was so much speculation and rumor about the fate of COMPUTER in the new millennium which might hit the cosmos with chaos and calamity. But the present scenario left no such trace in any face. Forgetting all about calamity, people were eager to embrace the new millennium warmly.
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December 26th, 2020
2020 is a landmark of this millennium. Though each December reminds me this poem and to renew it ,but I would like to add something; as 2020 manifests itself with special feature different from other years of this millennium.
Like every year December 31 is coming near
Knocking me to post and share with others
Though we passed the jingle bell of Christmas
And sight of all festivals of lights in dampened hearts;
As the pandemic still hangs in precarious future!
Still this December31,2020, also be pitched in sepulture!
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31 of Dec/2024.
Like every dawn or dusk, arrival of the New & parting of the Old, always appeal me with some mixed emotions : Memory of parting year seemed more than the enthusiasm of the new.
I kept my TV on, but mostly muted . People with umbrella including the news reader , were dancing , whistling with music &rejoicing crazily in top mood. It was raining in cats & dogs accompanied by strong wind. ..... But it failed to dampen the "mood" of the. people.
...Looking outside through the window glass , it flashed in mind ,'Is Dec 31 weeping in
sorrow?...........Though every country has its' own new year scheduled in different time ,
January 1st is universally regarded as the New Year .
I remember my school days ; X-mas holidays were most favorite time to me Throughout my
school-life Dec 22 nd. was the day of result out of the annual exam i.e. promoted to new class &
the school was closed ; it reopened on 2nd January.
We waited to participate & enjoy Picnic, sports, fair , circus , along with the delicious cakes of
Christmas and No study until the new class started! Gorgeous Gala days of freedom and joy for us!
Neighborhood senior women busy in taking chat with knitting woolen sweater under the sun
outside the houses . The kids playing around nearby! Though summer vacation was longer
but we have to stay inside the closed-door room as the sun was not friendly in tropical country of
India. Moreover we had the pressure of school "home work "!We had to study. There was half-
yearly test after the summer vacation.
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N.B.
I could not post it on the day as my computer declared "strike "........
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