I had written this poem on the 1st of January, 2007. I was high and waiting for the train at Mulund Station at Four O'Clock in the morning.
New year brings in joy and happiness.
We try to overcome our past,
Cause its not good to last.
We celebrate the new dawn,
A new beginning for a brand new lawn.
Our spirits are high, so does our neighbours sigh.
Old memories keeps us alive,
As also the anticipation of the New Year's scythe.
We want to live 365x24x7,
But is life worthy of being really precious...
I'm really not that sure as to why.............
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