By Annie Nehzaidei Haokip
The chilly breeze,
Calls for a warm cup of tea.
Bathing in the sun,
The cold and warmth of the Winter morning
Executes a perfect farrago.
As Darkness slowly engulfs the Bright Sun
A year ends with the setting of sun.
The mortals begin their merry-making
For they have pulled through
A year full of laughs and cries.
They welcome,
A time that obligates a person to change for better or for worse,
The glistening night,
The stars carry a sky–full of wishes and promises.
With hopes and prayer,
With a cup of kindness,
We walk into the new year.
By Annie Nehzaidei Haokip
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