By: Puja Devanand
Waiting for inspiration to flash
Jaded celebrations hang above my head
The past year is no more than a lingering memory
Most learnt nothing new at all
Some tried, but such noble endeavours rarely succeed
So they joined the rest and settled comfortably
Back into complacency.
Then there are the resolutions we make
Resolutions reflect most truly
Our one deep desire
That one impossible goal
That we believe stands between us are perfection.