The poem shows that every year is a new journey to begin. The poem shows that every year is a new journey to begin.

Let each mind hold the words of bards from yonder lands.... Let each mind hold the words of bards from yonder lands....

January, February, March, The cold is harsh. January, February, March, The cold is harsh.

A few miles I have crossed, but a light-year or two still remain due. A few miles I have crossed, but a light-year or two still remain due.

Diwali, The Festival of Light. Diwali, The Festival of Light.

Is this really Happy New Year? Is this really Happy New Year?