Last Day
I want to get a life of me, my friends plus family
Days of us sipping tea, and children playing hide and seek.
Let's go together, somewhere far away,
to a place, water flowing leaving no trace.
Holding your hand, being a supporter down alley,
to a sea with moon's light and a valley by morning ray.
May the day be brighter than before
and night just as starry, not a while ago.
Making a meal and playing today,
and making the best of what we have;
Thinking here, together; it's our last stay.
Copyright © Yashasha Sharma | Year Posted 2021
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