Fly, Young Bird. Poem by Bobby yadav

I might not be able to save you this time
From the thievery that this time brings along
Snatching you away from my safe treasury
To make you part of the world which has a different song

So be it for one a defeat and for another an opportunity
If it serves you well at the end
I may forgive the time for its chicanery
But not myself for missing the chance to mend

I might not be present for the final goodbye
To be part of the moment which I least want to remember
But still, fly my beloved, fly into the sky
Across the horizon, a challenge awaits for you to conquer

And when you are done, pretty much tired walking on the same path
Fly back home and we shall walk again on the shore
In our world singing our song and relive the memories we hath
Share the smiles and tears underneath the rain, just like things before

I shall wait this time until the time which has to come
Fly young bird; fly into that world until the day you return home…