Wishing You Happy New Year 2017

Wishing You Happy New Year 2017 short poem

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Wishing all loving friends very happy new year
Though staying far away yet you are very near

New dawn will be very zealous like crystal clear
Welcome the effervescent sun with fervent cheer

All your amazing dreams may come true my dear
God will shower its sweet blessings in all sphere

Look ahead with positivity but without any fear
Let euphoria shine in your eyes but without tear

Encourage innovative ideas but without any jeer
And wish everyone a prosperous happy new year

winter comes here warm clothes you need to wear
enjoy rustles of cold with vodka and chilled beer

healthy society wealthy society without any smear
twinkling stars from sky wish very happy new year

moons spreads its moonlit smile and steals sneer
to human fraternity a poet wishes a happy new year

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