Treasure Island

anusha chandramohan

(31/08/1992 / kumbakonam)

Lightning Departure


It is too early for us to part,
Better late than never, they say,
But, now it is soon and ever,
Will come a day to get things done,
But, I think of the days we spent
They call it as 'UBISUNT' motif,
It is after all, true that U & ME spent
Of course, this piece is pessimistic
Because, my heart couldn't be optimistic at this hour.
We were in an illusion that we will be t'gether
But, it may come a day that we couldn't gather.
This is a time for us to part in our part.
So, let us gather here to part.
I bow to the heads we met,
I bow to the place we were in,
And these place & people we met,
Left a mark in my heart with an arrow of-
Tongue and smile.
This is an eternal bow & arrow that,
Shows me the life’s message:
“THIS WILL ALSO MOVE ONNNNNN….”
[10/05/2014]

Submitted: Saturday, May 10, 2014
Edited: Saturday, May 10, 2014

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This is a poem about a pain and agony of friendsss at the time of partinggg especiallyy at farewellll...(((

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