We Shall Keep Moving Poem by Piyush Dey

I know, yes I know how clearly,
how fearfully,
That i would have to leave her
one day, perhaps-willingly or
perhaps-unwillingly, but i know,
yes I know how clearly,
how fearfully,
I would have to leave her
one day,
Or an hour- an hour so harsh and
impolite that the hells may
feel it's pain,
Or a moment- a moment which
I shall regret or may even not so,
Or an instant- instant so cruel
that it may leave me broken-hearted,
My heart says she will be mine some
good day, it says one day she will come,
one mysterious night, and
adorn herself inside me-somewhere
in the depths of my breaths- in the
depths of my being, But i don't know
how to say it- she yet being so near
is so far-so dearly far from me,
I know my dear, time is a little harsh,
But these paths aren't, we are
destined to go somewhere through
these paths only, maybe-
these paths will meet somewhere,
somewhere very far off-But-
We shall keep moving,
You know my dearest? -
loving eah other.