Farewell Poem by Praveen Kumar In Shobha Priya

0, now the time rings the bell,
It is the time of farewell;
0, the present dips to the past,
It's halt to the roll of time at last.


The joys and grief come to an end,
The struggles of past halt to a grind;
All hopes and fears pass behind,
Pressures gone, withers, the mind.

A transition, ahead, to newer realms,
From known to unknown, path ahead;
Comradeships snapped, hollowness claims
Memories of past in series unceased.

It's fall from the tall self-confidence,
But a challenge to rebuild from the scraps;
An open field to build to the sky, or else
Go standstill in darkness and grope.

Reels of snapshots of fears, joyous tears,
Successes, failures in nostalgic frames
Unroll ceaselessly, all bitterness clears;
Farewell washes off the sins of past games.

Hatreds drown in appreciations whatever;
As harmless like fish moved out of water,
The soul no more a threat or a competitor,
Deserves the best for the past deeds' galore.


It is the last adieu, parting forever,
Snapping the roots grown there in blood;
It is parting the past in pursuit of the future,
Shedding a part of the heart and the mind.