16)Sowjanya Bora "New Year's Eve"

The naiveness of the morning sky,

Often leaves me wondering

About those winter sun kissed horizons.

Looking at the calm dark green silhouette

Of the forest across the way makes me think

Silence can be beautifully

Bewildering upon the winter winds.

A translucent sheet of shimmering snow.

A warm light beam gleaming from the little coffee

Shop ‘round the corner,

Chinese lanterns hung

upon those window panes,

Light flickering in frosted fenestra.

Stories about darkened mornings

With knitted scarves wrapped

Beneath a bright little pink nose,

Such cold that fireworks freeze in mid-air.

It's all about the clock and its hands.

It's time to fall out in love again.

Time to write poems to the crescent moon,

To swoon upon those indigo candle flames.

Will tomorrow's sunrise

Be a little brighter?

Will the moonlight`s dazzle be

A little more pretty?

Midnight on New Year’s is

Both an end and a beginning,

More of a transition:

The thrill of the cheer.

The night carries on,

Song after song,

And as the clock strikes,

So does a glimpse

Of hope.

Sowjanya Bora is a medical student at the Osh State International Medical Faculty.   She says: "From childhood I have been very much into literature..I`m someone who is constantly trying to understand my place in the world and literature is the best way that I have found in order to see myself. I look at the mountains and the fields and the city and I say “Oh My God,” what a blessing."