Whose Pride,whose prejudice?

Lo and Behold,the year best forgotten is dying.Let it die and its ashes be untouched.Let it cry and screech like the wet chalk on blackboard.Let it pose blatantly but ignore it and call 'juvenile'.Hold only a vague and obscure image,like a tree behind the foggy glass.Kiss it a last goodbye, for the prophet asked to love your fears too.Some laughing man said “Sweet are the uses of adversity”.The purveyors of melancholy had a field day.The dying year,our Annus Horribilis, was derisive in every aspect.The petite bourgeoisie cried,in vain.The proletarians sollen,in pain.Let us forget the gone for the best.Think of it as the dead and you don't speak about the dead.Forget the glass half-full,there is simply no glass.Do not conjure a rainbow for the next year,you will be disappointed.It's best to be pessimistic in some cases.You don't feel bad,whatever turns up.

Anyway,dream big.Pray for the dead and the sufferers.For those in pain.Who have seen death.Who have lost their love.Their hope.Their faith.But before you dream,wake up.Dreams are not those that you get while sleeping.Dreams are those that don't let you sleep.Hoping the very best for all of you.Wishing you a Kasab-free year.