if we had known it wouldn't be more than a year
we wouldn't have formed a family
bounded by love and religion
eternally joined together in truth
many hungry nights we scaled through
of furtive glances at the phone
when next the sound of alert will beep
of silent curses sworn to no one
alas! it's now over finally
bags dusted and cloths packed
7/7 is the only thing on the mind
that mixed color paper is all we care about
after the khaki comes the suit
basic salary overshadows allowee
conference meeting over cds
you know God Almighty is in his mood.
as we all go our different ways
favour and mercy I pray we meet
so we shall all rejoice when we meet
and the parting might not be so hard again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! ! ! Nice poem.... The departure of a friend whose relation is like that of family...