Theme: Hope

New Year Vow

On my usual morning stroll,
salacious winter caressing my veins
I looked back on vows
that never took off the board;
Seasons too have a routine,
Come and go never pausing
to see if we have seen them;
Nature pedals its own cycle in hope.
So do I; that’s my vow,
And I cling to it like a lizard.


More By  :  K.S. Subramanian

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