This year 2024 , a verse untold,
A poem I never wrote
The year of 2024,
Lost my friends like autumn leaves,
Red, yellow and brown,
Rustling their smiles in my mind,
And, like the gray skies,
The rain pouring down,
That carries away our shared laughter and smiles.

The year 2024 a verse untold
A poem I never wrote
2024 went like setting sun
Descending and leaving imprints
Like the dried flowers.

The test cricket bowler
Ashwin announced his retirement,
In the year 2024.
The cheering of the crowd
The pride in the eyes of
Indian will always shine.

The year 2024 went in a blink of an eye,
Like the time slipping away like the grains of the sand,
From just a poet and a...