Friday, April 2, 2010

On Departing

Travelers we are who for some span of time
Have Crossed each other’s way,
Holding one another, smiling together
Companions for a day’s play.

Now we move, but we shall know
Days together were golden were true,
You may not see me, nay remember me again
but behold this dear
O! My friend. with me always will stay a part of you.

3 comments:

Richa said...

Beautiful post. :)
Missed reading you. Why are you not at the community these days?

Nisha said...

Very true post.. thanks for the stuff u always give.

priyanka said...

Truly its the reality of life n u have portrayed it in this poem of Yours. Its BEAUTIFULL!!!!!!!!!!!!