With a new hope
The year unfolds
To tell a story
Yet untold
Page turns
For a fresh start
New dreams
With warm heart
What it has in bag, for me
I could never know
What kind of seeds
It will sow
Will the seeds grow
As a joy to celebrate
Or as a thorny mess
Hard to penetrate
I wish I knew
Yet I don't want to
For I want a surprise
To see my dreams come true
-Amruta
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