I N C E P T I O N

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The sky is adorned with fireworks, Candles and ribbons in the dark,

'Tis the last day of the year, One that was long of honey and spark.

As I sit by the casement, My mind wanders off to the past,

People and moments and things, And memories that will forever last.

'Twas a year, a philosopher rather, Enlightening me in a million ways,

Rude awakenings and lessons, About my closest mates.

Withal, I was acquainted too, With clandestine amours and case,

Ones that were bona fide, And sapiens that put a curve on my face.

The clock strikes twelve, And there goes the ding doing bell,

I am reminded of what lays ahead, As it breaks my pondering spell.

I rejoice evermore, And pray to god dear,

For new beginnings and new days, 'Tis inception of the new year.

- Isha Thorat