Muzaffar Buledi

On Our Last Day Of Class - Poem by Muzaffar Buledi

‘There is an echo of good-bye
in every hello'1
I knew this from the very day
I met you;
I knew we'd depart soon
and would take our ways
never to meet again.
Yet I tried to hoodwink myself
into believing
in the eternity of
the moment we'd met.
Meeting with you, and
the moments we spent together
were like a mystic experience
that you can only feel
but can't explain.
It was an enlightened experience
where mirth, bliss, ecstasy, joy and pleasure
and agony, sorrow, melancholy
all inter-mingled to engender
a condition of lightness
that was unbearable and
a feeling of delight that
one wishes never ends…
I don't know on our last day
what must I say to you
hello or goodbye...?


1= Daniel Steel

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 1, 2012

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