Saturday, November 21, 2020

Before I Bid Adieu ……


 

Submerged in past bundles of dreams

Maple leaves dotting your stone

Resting date on epitaph loudly screams

But, a bird in me remains silent and alone


I sprinkle vivid colours and lush

A canvas strewn with sinful escapades

Vicious thoughts continue to crush

Prick my heart with sharp blades


Oh, my dear painful memoirs

Conclude your melodious cuckoo call

I will applaud you last under the stars

Before I bid adieu to one and all


Shaking off the dusty confessional rugs

Who I was, I should not give a damn

If I wipe my house off past specks

Surely, I will turn into who I am