Poem - MAG Poetry Prize 2010
New Year
by
Mumbai, India
A New Year has begun,
They say wondrously,
What is so new about it?
I ask ponderously.
The cycle repeats,
Winter, Spring, Summer, Autumn,
A new beginning, they say,
A continuation, I counter.
If I were wrong,
There would be something tangible at the end of each year,
Instead, there’s nothing to show,
All momentary; laughter, a smile, fear, a tear
The year has gone,
Another one arrives,
With each celebration, I realize,
Nothing is real; it’s all an illusion,
It’s just a way to present time,
It was created to make it bearable,
To quantify this journey of ours,
To make it less frightening.
New is good and old is bad,
They lie to us,
But I’m not buying it,
A New Year is not new,
It’s just an old, ageless toy,
Gift wrapped in new paper.
Added: 29.04.2010
07.05.2010
Carries a message without preaching, and maintains a good natural rhythm
05.06.2010
Clever idea, well executed.