Silent sobbing, silent goodbye's

Your name is wisdom,

My name is sky,

You never know how,

In few words we become,

Passersby.

Your eyes yield magic,

As there is distinguishable-

Glow about you,

Yet we remain distant,

It's how we row,

Now it is me,

Earlier it was you.

The sun rises in the morning,

It sets in the evening,

Your love hold great value,

It transcends the becomings,

Of night and day.

You bid me bye,

When even I shall disappear,

Under the waves of oceans,

We shall dwell into mud and sands,

We would be at peace that day,

With ourselves and the nature.

Gagandeep Singh Vaid