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Happy New Year!


 To witnessing something never seen,

To fulfill lasting resolutions

With new poems with better sheen

And a year filled with timeless fun.

Looking forward to 2025,

Could it feasibly bring something new?

Or will it be the monotonous dive,

Into life's ocean, with no diverse hues?

A torpid shade of gray should illustrate repetition,

A loop in time, with no twists in between

Let's hope 2025 has a new genre of fun,

That's yet to be discovered, a year that sets monochrome free.

Let down your guard, embrace the New Year,

And carry my wishes with you

Envision the best and you'll get the best out clear,

And wish for your wishes to come true.


2024 was an amazing year for me.

In 2024, I published 48 posts and I co-authored my first book for ,,sScholastic.

And this year, I improved my poetry skills.

2024 was a decent year, with great achievements, frivolous banters, tensed quarrels but altogether a wonderful book which is part of the complete collection.

Put all those books together - a beautiful story.

And 2025's arrival is not saying goodbye to the happy memories of 2024, but moving to making more such memories in the new year.

Happy 2025!!

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  1. Happy New year Shriyandhaa.

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  2. Happy New year Shriyandhaa

    Babu Thatha

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  3. விருப்பம்போல் விளையாடும் வார்த்தைகளுடன் விளையாட்டாக மகிழ்வுடன் நன்மைகள் பலப்பல பெற்று வாழ்க வளமுடன் .

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  4. Good 1 Shriyan, was intrigued with lesser rhyme at monotonous dive, but next line of imagination beautifully compensated it.. last line "wish for wishes to come true" is wonderful finish

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  5. You are born to win Shriyandhaa. Yes expecting more and more positive messages through your beautiful poem. Wishing you a wonderful 2025
    From
    Pushpa patti

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