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A year about to die, its breath so frail,
Thrilled with joy for the new, we unveil.
Friends with wishes, they come, then fade,
A passing warmth, a shadow they’ve made.

Let not the new year be born so fast,
Hold the old, let its moments last.
Unfulfilled dreams of meeting remain,
Cherished old days we cannot regain.

Likes and comments now reign supreme,
Physical touch—just a distant dream.
No more a friend at a breath away,
Replaced by screens that steal the day.

Let not the new year stack wishes in vain,
Of meetings over tea, joy unrestrained.
Let this year stay, refuse to part,
And heal the longing in every heart.
A plea to hold onto the old year, cherishing real connections over lifeless digital interactions.
Sakshi Balla Mar 2020
Sitting here with nothing on my mind
Lightning struck through me and there I was
It was absolutely nothing on my mind!
Should've been the one bursting these crackers.
Then it struck me like it always does.
Solacing through the darkness
Pushing everyone off
Laughing in tears with a heart full of ache
Fireworks filling in the core
Bursting in the joy of splintering
I know what it is
I sure as hell know what it will be
Just let me cry.
Just let me mourn me.
It is me right here with a soul so dead searching for a tomb.
Yet I'm alive
Yet I'm alive.

— The End —