Falling down…down… down,
I can still hear the mocking tones..
of laughter of the young ones
Know not they, one day too
would meet my fate similar!
Gliding.. down..down…
Light and empty
Recalling my days
of frolicking and trifling!
Severed from the cord of bond
to meet my doom-now clear
Thrown down from my perch high up
with my burden of sealed truths…
A forced bystander sometimes,
A light -hearted lover at times,
Drenched in tears sometimes,
Tingled with laughter at times…
I have borne it all…
Now relieved to be free…
to kiss my mother- land
To merge into the soil of my origin!
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