We shared love,
we had laughter,
we made moments
into memories..
Like all others,
we took its course,
we took it slow,
we took it ahead
and beyond..
Now, its..
Disconnected, stranded,
wounded, betrayed…
you, me and us..
And in all this,
I feel fallen,
yet again..
A strong warrior I was,
a successor, a leader,
in form and kind.
A soul of content
and poise..
something inside me,
is dying..
Now, I am,
a part of the brown soil….
This soil,
has accepted me,
absorbed me,
to ease this pain,
to relieve my suffering…
Tanzila
