The Last Page

The sky was still blue

With patches of winter clouds,

But the air was disturbed

With the traffic and the crowds.

Folks were in the mood

Of festive celebration,

As their planet completed

One more revolution.

There was hope, there was fear

There were promises to rise high,

There was noise, there was chaos

There were prayers touching the sky.

It was the last day of the year

That once emerged amidst such cheers,

Of lights and sounds

And dreams to wipe the tears.

The hearts, the eyes were all desirous

To complete the last page,

Imagining to add newness

To the new age.