The year is about to pass
hiding countless stories
holding awesome moments
clutching the flashbacks
the year is taking its last breath.
I can see, I can feel
the last moon of 2021.
The moon looks downhearted
she is quiet, just quiet
but I can hear the moon –
can hear its story,
a story of the glory,
the glory of time that is gone.
The moon has the story
from January to December
The moments are all gone
and the moon is sad
The year is about to pass
and the last moon
of the year
as the witness
to the year
that is done, and gone.
The story of the year
just ended up
or perhaps it just culminated
with its memories, joys, and sorrow.
Shehla Khan Kulachi is an academic based in Faisalabad, Pakistan. She writes poems in English, Punjabi and Urdu languages
