Back in time,Thinking of the ride.
A year gone by, Was an attempt to fly.
Flight seems high,
But that’s a lie,
For I've crossed only a mile.
But then it’s the genesis,
Beautiful are the reminisces.
The year gone by,
sure contributed to the fly.
Memories I capture,
As I march into future.
Long appears the drive,
A tryst with time,
Need to be brave,
To conquer the game.
But this is about the year gone by,
And the celebration it buys!
