OLD YEAR’S NIGHT by Samuel Singh

Dreams unfulfilled,

ideas lying in the gutters of

my study.

Scattered papers of thought

fluttering when the paint peeled door

opens.

The brown clock on the white wall

stares like a living

grotesque eye,

surveying with scorn

the unfulfilled.

It’s hands twitch further

to an hour that millions

await, and I,

turn in disgust

stressing upon my losses;

of communication,

identity,

pride

and truth;

the loss of a year many tell me; wasted

yet, much accomplished.

Another year, minutes away

And I vow;

Never to let,

Never to have,

Never to demonstrate;

fears,

shortcomings

and losses.

I will; ‘carpe diem et

Carpe ano.’

– By Samuel Singh