THE COUNTDOWN-5
How does it feel
When time tells
It is time to leave
How it feels
When time tells you
You are not as good as
You used to be
Make way for someone more deserving
How agonising is it
To call it a day, pack up and
Leave to live with a new identity
With a tottering body and mind
One possesses to dispossess
The more the possession
Harder and more painful is the departure
How about dispossessing oneself
Of one's most prized possession
A part of his emotions and feelings, body, soul and mind
How difficult it is
To bid farewell to the best part of your life
Leaving your glorious past far behind
In search of something
Which may not exist
Smruti Ranjan Mohanty©
India
5.11.2022
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