Life is an annual festival of golden years
Passing cacophonously though no one hears!

Year is a shadow of shiny sharp shear
Plucking heart-shaped leaves without care!

A year to a life resembles a leaf to a tree.
Years go, leaves fall; are life and tree free?!

Years fell lives, leaves dramatically fall
From the tree of lifelong that is not tall!

It is high time to count and pluck dry leaves;
A live leaf of life will not live without leaves!

Look how young burgeoning leaves are sprouting,
How trees are pruning, how years are passing!

Years prune leaves of lives with a sharp shear;
Men celebrate this, say: “Happy new Year!”