The New Year Night

"The New Year Night"

The year is about to end,

Preparing for the new year night,

All of my friends.

Champagne, Red wine, fire-crackers,

All is ready and the countdown,

Is about to begin. 

While, they pour the Red wine

in the round, long glass

And ask me to, "Come and join...”

I moved my face

With a faint smile. 

As I see the blood of

The young buds in the glass

In the the Red wine. 

When they were reaped,

By the sharpest scythe, 

Trampled in sand by

The fiendish guy. 

 How could I enjoy?

The countdown has just begun, 

The fire-crackers decorate the sky; 

Everyone is dancing, singing and enjoying, 

Energy around is very high.

A hand dragged me at this point, 

"Come its new year night."

A tear fell off my eyes,

"I hear you my young boys; 

My eardrum still vibrates

With your helpless cries,

When you were alone

Among those barbarians, 

Begging for life.

Among the roars of the crowd, 

Counting digits in the middle of the night, 

I hear your shuddering voice

That you called at that time

OH! How can I enjoy? "

When all are shouting of joy

I heed the cacophonies of

The mother crying after her child

"Still you expect me to enjoy? "

"No! My dear child, no, 

I can never enjoy

this New Year night, 

I shall remember that you..

You laid down your life

For the nation as a sacrifice.

I won't celebrate this

New year night."

To the rest, 

"A very Happy New Year 

from my side."