When one thing ends 

A new journey begins 

Till this breathes are with you 

Profits and losses will continue 

Like this year was unpredictable

Most viewed faces were of my neighbours

Time took a turn 

I think I recollected 

What I learnt 

I have a place that I own 

But don’t have its control 

It’s my heart ❤️

It feels like it’s a garden 

And people are the flowers 

Which are in less in number 

As compared to visitors 

Everyone has there own colour

Entries are open always 

The problem is .. Exists have a small door

It takes to move out 

With a very soft sound 

 But Changes are so loud 

Noting to worry, you will get more 

❤️365 more chances there at your door 

Everything eventually ends 

And happy new year friends

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