Year after Year,
Everything in store,
Is happiness galore.

Week after Week,
Whatever you seek,
Is not Latin and Greek.

Day after Day,
Future day a heyday,
And that’s your grand Day.

A minute after minute,
There lie your golden stars,
Etched on platinum bars.

In the coming 2005 and beyond,
You will not miss,
The New Year bliss.

— G.C. Rao
01 – 01- 2005