‘Now the bells are tolling
A year is dead.
And my heart is slowly beating
the Nunc Dimittis
to all my hopes and mute
yearnings of a year
and ghost hover round
dream beyond dream’.
For this poet, the passing year has
- been one of satisfaction and fulfilment
- has nothing to do with his personal life
- brought death to his relatives
-
meant unrealized hopes
- brought changes