For This New Year

I have nothing for you During this New Year No bouquets of flowers At the door to spread Their fragrance and no Petals to be strewn on Your path. There is no Sweet songs of birds to Lull you in to sleep or No stream to draw you To its banks with its Placid water and lilting Flow. I have nothing for You to welcome you in This New Year. The tall Mango tree in my yard Is lying dead like a huge Python killed in heat. This year will flow on Like the previous one. Hope is dead in our eyes. We can only offer false Promise that soon peace Will be there all around.