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By Annie Nehzaidei Haokip

The chilly breeze,

Calls for a warm cup of tea.

Bathing in the sun,

The cold and warmth of the Winter morning

Executes a perfect farrago.

As Darkness slowly engulfs the Bright Sun

A year ends with the setting of sun.

The mortals begin their merry-making

For they have pulled through

A year full of laughs and cries.

They welcome,

A time that obligates a person to change for better or for worse,

The glistening night,

The stars carry a sky–full of wishes and promises.

With hopes and prayer,

With a cup of kindness,

We walk into the new year.

By Annie Nehzaidei Haokip

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