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To The End

 

TO THE END


Wonder is what we do on the year’s last day,

Like a spark that suddenly ignites in a quiet room where I sit,

About how time swiftly flew unnoticed,

Moments that quickly became past, escaping our present grasps. 


We say our final goodbyes,

To yet another year that comes to an end.

A mosaic of highs and lows now only seen as lessons learned.

People putting up their yearly recaps,

Reminiscing those highlights for the last,

The fragments of joys, sorrows and more importantly memories can be witnessed through those reels.


It is the dawning of a new chapter,

Endings whispering of what’s to come.

A blank page, a canvas to be filled to be painted, 

As we embark upon the voyage of 2025.

Jotting down year resolutions,

Promises that are made, ready to be fulfilled.

Anticipating that ‘25 will be our defining year, 

As we think of from what was to what could be.

We ponder about how 2025 will be for us,

Only hoping for it to be kind.


In the tapestry of time, a future to conquer,

With the ticking of midnight and countdowns,

The year 2024 finally departs.

The story is now told, with 2025 new one to be told.

And in the echoes of the farewell, 

We hear the symphony of new horizons.

Let’s not hope but create,

A year where our dreams and actions resonate.

 

-Smruti Chande
Volunteer, Editorial Committee 2024-25 

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