Going Away - Poem by Khairul Ahsan
On this holiday afternoon, on my bed as I leisurely lie,
Through the Southern window as I look at the azure sky,
I can see the split patches of white clouds trailing across,
And floating away...afar...to some unknown destinations.
Very often our overhead sky, as the airport is nearby,
Is traversed by aeroplanes streaking across the sky.
Their colorful tails adorned with flags of varying kinds,
Like flags of nations, or just with the logo of the Airlines.
I keep gazing at those like a child as they fly away,
Sometimes burying themselves in the cloud and
Sometimes piercing through the patches right away,
As if playing hide and seek, like the children at play.
Whenever I find a transport carrying people,
To distant destinations by air, road, sea or rail,
My mind likes to follow suit in right earnest,
And to the passengers I send an imaginary request.
I request them to carry my good wishes, wherever they go,
Strangers they may be, but I develop an instant friendship,
And with that relationship, want to say good bye to each,
So that their distant destinations they may safely reach.
As I stand, sit or lie motionless, and gaze at them,
I feel sad to see them go out of my sight..and away,
I feel as if a piece of my heart has gone with them,
And soon I return to reality, to do the things mundane.
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