the start of new year,or end of old times!!

i  have taken this picture from google,it doesnot belong to me!!

i wonder sometimes

how times hide itself in covers of years

in thousands of decades

with happiness or tears...

and how at the end of every rope

their starts a new hope,

and how at the end of every night

it  brings the times right...

and how at the beginning of every light

there is a new story with plight....

the end of year is ahead

the fallling fog of winters is heading towards end

the nights are getting more silent

and the heaviness is piling up old trends

the chapters of vanished memories are open again

and shower near my pillow with clouds of rain

and i pick them delicately and bid them farewell

because i know

the next year ,new feelings are going to dwell!!

hiramalik

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