Abhijith P ChundakkattilFeb 29
Goodbye.
Tonight I’ll rest my wings.
I’ll sing your favourite tune.
Write the perfect words.
Give back what I took-
For the time has come for the last goodbye.
My first love, my melancholy dream.
Your pain has kept me company for long.
I know not how to survive without.
What is the rate of forgiveness?
I ask my shredded remains.
A sigh of a wind whispered-
It begins and ends with you.