If you destined to passing by into the veil of the deep forest
Then let lost slowly dear, like a rouse vikkhu forever –
yet to cross a long path by sitting inside a capsule called ‘2016’
Wearing a glass of self realization, yet to complete a piece of life!
Where every second will carry a single notion
Where the last year would be reminded –
as through the Lilliputian volition
Oh, my ever awaking poet of the new day.