# Happy New Year
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Next page of chronicle-book opened,
Golden letters flashed ,sharp and clear,
It was written in bold, shining letters,
-Heartily welcome, Happy New Year."
"How can I be happy ?"the new page told,
"Writing on me is same, script is the same,
Ink is the same, old, rustic pen is the same,
The carving hand is same, Whom to blame?"
Time-wheel whispered in a very low tone-
"Hope and ambition is also same, my dear,
Man is always stretching arms for rising sun,
Emerge from darkness, despair- happy new year."
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=keshav dubey=
1-1-2021
www.keshavdubey.com
Very true.
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