Who knows I may drizzle in your garden

You are flying away
As any other tourist bird does.
Nothing is there unchanged
Other than the word of change
Fly away dear bird
To the eternity of truth,
To the infinity of open lands

You will not be forgotten
Your imprints are still here
That will make me remember
About a vibrant Guajarati,
Lean, thoughtful and with
A bundle of endless questions

The story cannot be finished
Between friends
Will see you soon
Like we expect the sun of light
After all these clouds gone past by
A friend can be an unexpected storm
It may come on any age...
Who knows I may drizzle in your garden
After decades of black hole between us!

Poetry by anoop.m.r
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Written on 2009-06-30 at 14:24

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A well thought out poem full of interesting metaphors
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