THE NEW YEAR, 2020
The announcement was all protests are fabricated.
Last day, solar eclipse tells us a story,
Formerly a king goes with calls of lordship
To conquer the sun and banish those who fail
To follow his wisdom as he dislikes rival wisdom,
Even if in trying so, famine may come.
The sun has the transcription, and cannot move
Incorrectly in its orbit, it has some duty, as people
Has duty to work for food, and even if they are
Trapped, sweat, hope, dream come in a decision,
And that time eclipse will vanish, and a revered
Human being, a doctor, for instance will bless.
Today the sun tells us full about this journey,
And it seems somewhat like a battle, to create
A morning, frozen dew drops on the grass tips,
Something, like beautiful eyes of the little one,
To see all in order, appearing like symmetrical win,
The sun will tell happy tale of mankind and we hear.
-© Asim Kumar Paul
01.01.2020
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nice post,
happy new year.