The Final Good-bye (Poem) 

Mundane life, devoid of joy, she lied on her bed,

She was breathing but her soul was dead,

Reminiscing the happier, chipper times she had,

With the first love of her life-her dad,

An inside voice shook her, so loud,

“Dad, I will get back up & make you proud!”

She looked at the sky with misty-eyes,

And waved her hero, a final good-bye.

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4 Comments Add yours

    1. Niyati S says:

      Thank you so much 🙂

      Liked by 1 person

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