Category : Poems

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Like yesterday
Like today and
Perhaps tommorow,
A day will come,

A day is coming,
A day to journey,
A journey to a great mystery destiny,
But assuredly out of this Earth,

A bus will be there ,
I the passenger of the day, 
Bus without both a driver and a conductor,
Who will drive?
Who will charge the fare?
Would it be a free ride?

By my side will be my loved ones
At the bus stop ,
To bid me a goodbye ,
Littles ones  will question on my return ,
But who will have answers for this?

A day filled with profounding sorrow,
Many at their verge of tears,
A day to mark my evalasting absence ,
A day to register my presence elsewhere,

The time for me to board the bus,
Their eyes switched and stitched tothe bus,
Twinges and twangles as the bus drive off,
My absence will be ,
A permanent patched scar in their hearts,