As Clock Strikes 12

The night falls like the dark curtain,
sight disturbed by the heavy fog,
The coldness sends a shiver,
down the spine,
And yet we wait with drinks, some wine;
Till the hands of the clock keep moving,
Just a few moments left,
We wait, patiently,
till it strikes the midnight tune,
and we leap out of the blankets,
out of coziness into the brutal cold,
whose coldness goes unmapped,
hidden behind the happiness' gold,
and sounds of crackers,
lighting up the darkness,
and millions of hope to survive the day next,
to see what the New Year has in store for us,
3,2,1..
2013 Bids adieu,
And with that the bittersweet memories,
and arrives the awaited year,
with awaited surprises, and happy-sad tears..