The thought of his coming brings
A smile to my face, fills my being
With bliss, a sense of anticipation.
A Feeling of expectancy.
The world is watching
Waiting with bated breath.
Seems like an eternity
Before he does come
Tiptoeing in just after midnight.
The heavens turn bright
With fireworks light.
He brings with him the prospect of
A fresh tomorrow,tearing off the pages
Of yesteryear, the woes and the wars.
His smiling countenance heralds
An era of human race living in harmony
Like a rainbow, multicolored
Spectrum of civilization.
#Personification of January.