" Happy New Year 1993,"
was shouting I on the street,
greeting everyone whom I met;
still I had to wish many
all happiness for a year
in the following morn.
spending the night unrest,
I saw the sun rising in the east.

In the new year morn
the tomato like sun
seemed putrid and decayed
without any distinction in it.

With new hopes and desires
it did not rise
in the sky of their basic needs
to make these trodden happy
in the new year day;
the Ram-Rahim fight stopped not --
a heifer before power and establishment --
smoke of it was everywhere;
rough souls turned not sages,
divinity -- beyond imagination.

No congratulations any more
to the brightening world;
thanks to the sun for rising.

All is changed in the SELF;
reality hidden in hypocrisy,
the shadow follows everyone.

The sun rising makes it different
in broad day light, hiding the true self;
only a mask is visible,but unknown.