This midnight bids farewell to parting year br Who then, on chariot Time, his seat vacates. br The New Year succeeds him as Charioteer: br To drive us on, he's waiting at our gates. br br But OURS the choice of paths and destinations: br The Charioteer obeys but our instructions. br We must, to reach the most coveted station br Of PEACE, choose well-lit roads sans obstructions. br br Such routes are those of Friendship, Love, Compassion, br Justice, Pardon, Truth and Selflessness. br The dingy lanes of Greed, Envy, Passion, br And Conflict lead to woe and sleeplessness. br br Let's ask the New Year, within time minimal br To drive us to a common rendezvous. br Let's there construct the Hall of Universal br Peace, each person laying a brick or two. br br Let it have Equality-spelling shape - br The rotund one that God has given the world. br Its doors with COLOURLESS curtains let us drape br And let a HUELESS flag be unfurled. br br Every year, let's add a storey more; br Let its height increase step by step br Till, at last, the threshold of its door br Is face to face with our Heaven's doorstep. br br This Heaven-on-Earth - man's own creation - br Who helps to build of his own volition, br Won't he find, after life's duration, br Into Heaven above sure admission?br br Dr.