By Varsha Mishra
I stood up near the lamp post in that crowd,
As I heard people shout out loud.
The clock struck 12,
Oh! It's 2020, lights in the air,
And I wished all a happy new year.
Marking the new beginning of a journey,
To the path less travelled,
Which is not yet unravelled.
To the new me,
Who loves to be glee.
To the advancements in life,
wherein I deep dive,
To those new adventures,
That I would cherish forever.
I welcome this new year,
With all my mirth and cheer.
I hail to you!
I resolute to compassion,
I resolute to dispassion,
And that unwavering passion.
I resolute to push myself a little farther,
And to spread that very ounce of laughter.
I resolute to give up on my dejected emotions,
And l resolute to live every moment,
And rejoice in the present.
I resolute to be resolute,
And further to be everafter in gratitude.
I resolute to be a little more humble,
And hereafter to be a warrior invincible.