Scarecrow at the threshold of New Year

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I’m a scarecrow on a landscape

without a trace of crows.

Silence is not really required

to protect me here in this arid wilderness.

What have I got to speak, however?

As another year ends,

As time draws on

having etched yet new lessons

on a soul that is already etched

with too many scars and scares,

what they would call lessons of life,

I have understood the worth of silence.

I have learnt to stand here

patiently

resisting the inner urge

for crows to scare.

The crows have flown away.

I should consider myself a fulfilled scarecrow!

What is the purpose of my existence now?

Maybe, it’s time to put on new motley

As the old calendar is discarded into garbage.

Wish you all a Happy, happy New Year.