⋅ 8 December 2011


My muse when I looked at the calendar and realized that very soon this year will come to an end...

fades silently
into the distant past.

stealthily tiptoes
to the hazy horizon.

takes a peek
from beyond the horizon.

And each bids
a graceful farewell
to one another.

Just the way 2010
bid farewell to 2011
and 2011 will do so to 2012.

Gita Ashok
8/12/2011, 10:30 pm

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  • nice thoughts about passing time ,I like your stanza about tomorrow ,it gives hope ,tfs 8 Dec 2011 by

  • such wonderful images Gita, time does what it has to do, life must go on. a lovely write in total surrender 8 Dec 2011 by

  • so very true. What can we do but move on with it. Enjoyed this gentle penning. tfs 8 Dec 2011 by

  • great farewell to changing time calendar. 9 Dec 2011 by

  • Time flies past. It is always in the frame of bidding goodbyes.Nice poem. 9 Dec 2011 by

  • A nostalgic farewell to 2011 ! May the New Year bring peace on earth and goodwill among all of us ! Thank you for your patience & your encouraging comments on my 'Story of English -Part Three' ! You are right Gita , it gives me great satisfaction since no one in the world has written this in Verse ! Hope it doesn't get plagiarised ; hope to publish it after I complete it next year ! Best wishes for the Christmas & the New Year , -Raj 9 Dec 2011 by

  • This is sweet and they are saying that 2012 is the end! Beautiful poetry Gita.13 Dec 2011 by

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