A new year came
on the wedding day
another on the day
my son was born.
A new year came
at the death of my papa
in the bald wrist of my mom
a new year drained my blood
another pumped something into
alas!
the sky it is
I often smile
and often cry
as the new year pass by.
Golaka behari Acharya
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