GoodBye

When a person lives to die

Darkness arrives to dine with vine

One year left, Two years left

There's nothing for him beside

Rather than to be cool to fly

Chooses to live like he is just going to say

GoodBye....

But when he stood straight and calm

Just to stare what will happen when he'll die..

He got stuck in the East, and couldn't return back to say GoodBye.

Wandering farthest he could ever...

He went there where he always wanted to be.....

At the highest peak of his aspiration

Just about to fly

Then he remembered all his flaws

And, Cursed the time in which he said Goodbye

In the flow of that perfect moment

He blamed, mocked and cussed himself...

Realising, that how many times foolishly he bid himself

Goodbye....