To Whom It May Concern Poem by Nurul Hoque

It's very hardest word to tell you good bye.
To me to away many times silently you told.
You're not as you were it seemed so high.
The page of my book is gray I am also old.

How I can tell you away to far, how I can say.
Once you were alone and unfortunately distressed.
I have given you shadow from love of golden ray.
Moments have passed going to me out you pressed.

The earth is moving on its axis, you move around me.
Now every theme of mine is twisting you stopped.
I cannot enter you in, since you ceased the key.
Salty water from my eyes is continuously drooped.