Farewell
The ground that I tread
Holding
Your little finger
I bid good bye
The sights
Of mountains and fields
I saw sitting on your shoulders
I turn a blind eye
The air I breathed
Lying on your chest
No longer
Sustains my life
The sound
Of your heart beats
Are no longer
My lullabies
The sights there
Fail
To show me
Your face dear
The winds
Do not carry
Your voice
Sincere
The whiff of air
Still blows smooth
But lacks
Your scent
So how can I
Call the land ours
When you are not there
To hold me tight
We left it together
You forever
And i chose
Never to be there ever
Copyright © Sharmila Menon | Year Posted 2011
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