It’s the midst of the month
But it’s the end of the year.
It’s the time to wind up,
But it’s the time to plan fresh.
It’s the time of the year, I love the most
But it’s the time when I look back
and thank god, that it is over….
It was just a walk in the eve,
when thoughts gushed my mind
and yet another year comes to an end
but I still did not find..
It was a distant train whistling
which brought home the loved ones,
while the kitchen’s are cooking cakes and buns.
Everything is closing and calmness prevails
yet the inquisitive mind looks for details..
Kids are playing basket ball
but grown-ups are wanting to enjoy their alcohol.
The stage is being set and lights are ready to be on
cheer-up and walk the road, as life goes on….