
As the new year knocks in,and passes the old one,
We start celebrating in our own special ways.
Jubilant faces,full of vigor.....partying,
with their friends and loved ones...celebrating !!
Ecstatic,nostalgic and smiling crowd,
Away from worries,lost in their own world.
And far away from the flashing houses,
On the other side of the dark road,
A mother,weak and fragile,with her small son in arms,
Both wrapped in a piece of torn sheet ,
Shivering in chilly winds....!
With a small bowl in her hand, half filled with food,
She,trying to feed her child....... silently.
With no sign of life in eyes,no mark of hope,
Unknown to the word 'celebration',
only the apprehension of survival left on the face.
To her,its just another year ....
another one,full of suffering ,agony and pain !
I stood there for a moment and then carried on,
with a thought in my mind...............,
Won't it be a celebration for her,
if she survives for another few days ????
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