Tick Tock Tick Tock;
The clock marches on;
Without any joy,
Hooters,rejoice on a new year's eve;
Celebration,Jubilation with a much awaited leave;
New wishes,new resolutions dressed in an age old wardrobe;
Will we ever be able to break this traditional dress code;
New faith,old desires lingers around my lips;
Ready to be sprouted......
But only to be stopped,
As next year will again come in,
Fresh faces,ancient earth still looks like one as new year comes home;
Bakery shops robbed of its jewels;
But the baker man seems happy as ever;
Children and grown up are equally excited;
And so is our very old SATAN.
Like every fresh new winter he is fully prepared;
And a topper as he always is;
Once again he will succeed,
Once again like the phoenix he will rise above us all;
With his neatly planned jobs of evil.
Deceive,deviate,treachery are his favorite words;
Seldom we will see him misspell these curse;
As we do year after year for centuries;
Come fellow humans pave the way for the champion,
or rise above failure and lets at least hope for a change.....
