So, on a shiny day,
You gave me a green signal;
Proceed, the way is open
You are welcome !
On another day,
You showed me a red signal;
Stop, the road is closed
This is a dead-end !
Again on another day,
you stopped me at the
bus station at the
junction
To visualize that
by this way
we used to walk
Smiling, shedding tears
in this very lane
and finally on a resolute
not to meet both again!
So, on a black day,
You will come
to redecorate my coffin,
I will plucked the
pink blossoms
from your cheeks,
to enlighten my journey,
after borrowing two shining
stars from our eyes.

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By
Williamsji Maveli

Email:
williamsji@yahoo.com