u passed across as if u have seen me not even once,
strangers often confused with u , for eyes want to see u round the clock
my world of happiness buried beneath the road on which your future walks,
neither i know how to swim nor have been left the part of the last remaining ship's dock.
sensations are no more consequence of the pricks of the pain,
perhaps this mind has forgotten to work the way it used to
heart no longer excites at the extraordinary gains , not even in the most often wished rain.
ears no longer respond to words , as they used to listening to a bird named cuckoo.
tears no longer want you to be the reason for their passage ,
as they have been subjected to a lot of stress and hardwork,
they are in demand of some rest and for eyes being a sage,
like the ones sitting roadsides often introducing with an unusual smirk.
target seems drifting away , as you are going away
no more dreams to watch , sleep is no more my mate of night,
you let off my hands when my life was at sway,
when i expected you to be with me always and save me from falls by holding me tight.
