The sun calls back of its rays, <br />And ready to go far behind, <br />Birds and cattle are on their ways, <br />To reach their home before day truns blind. <br />The sea is calm and fish on rest, <br />And cold winds from the west, <br />Passing through every mount, forest and valley, <br />A spirited and melodious voice I hear, <br />Wishing us warmly Keats and Shelley, <br />Of coming a lively and happy new year. <br /> <br />The breezy blows and breaks the day, <br />In the foggy morn the sun does shine, <br />The pearls are lying on greenw clay, <br />That really invites a revolt wine. <br />Make much efforts and less endure, <br />Hope to raise and fear not to feline, <br />Then wait for help from the Azure, <br />And joys'll wait for thee in single line, <br />Singing it the wind moves everywhere, <br />And says to whole creation a happy new year. <br /> <br />(01.01.2008)<br /><br />Mohammad Muzzammil<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-final-and-fresh-sun/
