This is a new year poem. On one hand, I feel excited and want to celebrate the new year. On the other hand, it is hard to see the world around one when someone is sleeping on one bed, hungry on cold nights. My eyes well up with tears as I see how I live in luxury and yet, on the one hand, I waste money while on the other I see a hungry person looking at me with hope. While New Year is celebrated and said goodbye to the previous year, someone welcomes the new year with open arms. On the other hand, many families around the world are suffering from terrorist attacks, the pain of losing innocent people. Many are still searching for their family members, and wondering how this new year, which arrives every 365 days and 6 hours, will change the country. The rich have more money, but the poor don’t get enough to eat twice as much. How can this be? The date has changed, but life continues.

Happy new year poem 2023

Now it’s time for new year

I do this, I do that

preparing for the new year

Sometimes the heart says this, sometimes the heart says that

New Year’s Eve is just Dhoom

but when the eyes are full

a pang rises in the heart

someone fell asleep hungry

some poor person died of cold

Some innocent are killed by terror

someone cries without parents

An old man would give fire to his son

Some hope waits for the loved ones

This new year fair is for the rich

Father and son together opened the cap of the bottle

just date change no new message

Only the year changes, not the condition of the country.

Thank You Happy New Year 2023