243 Ave. Rd., Toronto
New Year Kirtan
This poem was written at New Years, in 2019, just before the pandemic, in preparation for an annual
New Year’s kirtan in Toronto.
New Year Kirtan
A new day was just about to come
And a new year lapsed when the cold made us numb
We, rough and ready, were all bundled up
We held back conserved energy like a young pup
In anticipation which was so very high
Our drum mallet beats began entering the sky
At location – Old City Hall – with its new face
Still on Queen St. at its usual place
Everyone was appareled in holiday cheer
For an annual rite set for the New Year
Hope was triggered for a better tomorrow
Putting behind any of yesterday’s sorrow
The countdown led to the clock’s strike twelve
The sparkles began, in mantra we delved
Fireworks popping revealing their powers
Their reflections we viewed against those glassy towers
The crowds did swell from that moment on
Things got tighter and tighter on pavement and lawn
The sounds were volumed from our vocal cords
And from party animals – ladies and lords
Smiles stretched across round heads for sure
In a groove that hinted more towards the pure
While the smell of pot was so thick in the air
There was actually very little feeling of despair
The mood was good and our hearts did beat
As we stood so long on unrelenting feet
Burning our lungs in the centre of this cold
All that were there were really so bold
While welcoming in another round to go
The winds of time make calendar pages blow
- Composed by Bhaktimarga Swami, The Walking Monk©
May the Source be with you!
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