Bid me bye
I shall sleep
But keep
My promises for tomorrow
And definitely allow its fulfillment
But something warns
And turns
Into signal
For departure of individual
I think it is for me
To see
And pack hurriedly
I am available readily
I look at fading night
And feel slight
About setting of glory
And feel sorry
I won’t find glorious sun
And life shall run out
All its fuel
And not allow me to dwell
Bid me farewell
And tell
Few words of solace
Wish me if I can come out again with same face
Pic: – Susan
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