TO THE DEAR

 

Its getting near the end

Indeed time flies 

After a dusk everything will be history

Friends will be strangers 

For it is inevitable

But predictable

For the dear 

This can't be the last nail in the coffin

Dear 

When will we have this again

All the chat , those dialogues

If you depart without a word

The bygones will haunt me 

Your paraphernalia will torture

When will we talk again

This can't be the cessation

Really can't end here

But I will be on cloud nine 

For only if we met

 Mine will be delight