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An evocative poem where Tapati bids farewell to a sad year. She welcomes the News Year with hope, in the last stanza, exclusively for Different Truths.
As I collected the tiny beads A shiny string to weave, One more pearl I picked up Born in waves of ocean in grief. When the sunshine days were gone, The moonlit nights were lost Behind the closed doors, Where children were scared to play, And from lovers the kisses were snatched away. Climbing the stairs of months and days I soaked in drops of weeps, When tears trickled to a piquant flow And smiles and mirth were masked behind the veil of sorrow. Deaths crowded with men crying Who never wanted to say a goodbye, Tears rolled down the bereaved cheeks Who wept and mourned left behind? I looked up picking the pearl in my hand, A black one grown with sobs and wailing, Yet having the lustre of life and birth... A rare jewel in the pearls of my string.... A garland to welcome the emerging dawn, To usher a New Year full of hopes, For the sun, moon, and stars in the sky, Their divine glow to shower, To cheer the bliss of life on this earth, And to bless the smile of man forever.
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