Time came to take leave
From my brothers and sisters
From my home of years
From those streets I walked
From this wind I talked
Time came to leave
The ones I played with
The tools I worked on
To voice of my rouse
And my keys of house
Time came to say thanks
To my neighbors for long
For all their kind hearts
To all my labors in life
For helping me in life
Time came to the end
My day came to dawn
Lamp lit my darkness is out
Final summon has come
I am ready for my journey
Time came for last words
Asking you all forgiveness
If I am mean with you
To bid me a free farewell
With your few last kind words
While I was reading this poem I remember my childhood. Yes, we have to leave the place were we grown up The place were we left the beautiful memories of our childhood. The friends and neighbors who were so kind to us, But leaving is not and end of everything It will always remain in our hearts those wonderful past we had.. The message was nice keep it up Kranthi..you have`a very nice poem..
let the farewell be memorable...... the past always sweet the future is sour but present is always amruth........ your poem is nice....
let the farewell be memorable...... the past always sweet the future is sour but present is always amruth........ your poem is nice....
hi poet, you penned a wonderfull poem, pathetic in feel.the para under is 'Time came to the end My day came to dawn Lamp lit my darkness is out Final summon has come I am ready for my journey' is realy pathetic as one is leaving.touching poem. posted10 surya
I think poem is about changing a place of job............................a good write.......
Kranthi the subject is death and you are saying goodbye. This reads more like a suicide note than anything else. I do hope you're not having the feelings of this poem. We need you to keep posting more great work.
'Time came to the end My day came to dawn Lamp lit my darkness is out Final summon has come I am ready for my journey' Soft and touching poem...
hmmm interesting well we hope you keep on writing please don't farwell 2 us good write 10
death was there at the door, and you said your farewells to everything that you knew, including the ones who were close to you. a very good write. a ten
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Quite a good poem written in such a simple language with a good meaning. Yes, Kranthi, a time comes to bid farewell to our loved ones when a job comes, when it becomes necessary to shift to other place and when it becomes inevitable to leave this world for our heavenly abode. Congrats.