We Welcome You (In Hexametre)
O New Year, may I request you to throw some light
On why you always sneak in at the hour of midnight?
Is it the dread of being mobbed by motley mortals,
Pestering you to pile up presents at their portals,
Or metamorphose to mansions, their huts with Midas' touch?
But why should this flimsy fear frighen you so much?
To learn how to tactfully tackle each indent,
See the Speaker sail through 'Zero Hour' in Parliament!
Thereafter, too, if none the wiser you become,
Block your ears and band your eyes ere you come,
Blindly scatter all your gifts, and lock your hands -
Bothering not at whose door which thing lands.
When HE Himself - it appears - hardly cares
What use is made, and by whom, of His own wares,
Whoever can decry your aimless distribution?
HIS hands alone hold the whole and sole solution.
We welcome you, O New Year; you wish us well, we know,
Whether or not you're able to wean away our woe.
Dr. Tulsi Hanumanthu
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-welcome-you/
