Don’t know how many years
Looking at his such frail health
And the increasing age of him
Emotions would reign in high
More when bidding good bye
Every time when I visited him
It was never before those years
That such thought would come
That this might be the last time
Of meeting and visiting him
He too may have thought same
But he never expressed that
I too hid my emotions always
He lived happily and healthy
For more than two decades
Philosophically I was right too
But destiny always prevails
Emotions are unreally real
The life and living incidental
Beyond our interpretations
No comments:
Post a Comment