Rummage the entire year upon a floor
And pick the losses and gains with hens perfection,
Hide all the emotions mollified and blanch setbacks behind the heart fortress,
Drop the lonely ideals and lofty honest thoughts on bedside basket
With maternal care to hatch consciousness in very next year.
The battle line obvious of late year will be fizzled out
In the midst of mid night clamours and celebrations and on sirens,
Let come out of blanket of misgivings with stout determination on new morning,
Infuse then teenage blood in every combats of life trampling the contempt
And conquer the fragile faith like a knight in table round.