The time has come for me to take leave
With not so much as pleasure as grief
It’s not goodbye even though it’s the end
For I’d be there even without any messages to send
Memorable were the journeys we undertook
Conducting tasks as per the book
Erring was much a part of learning
Thank you for being ever so forebearing
As I transcend this familiar horizon
I’d cherish the memories that shall only ripen
Without further ado
I bid you all adieu
It may be inauspicious to start my series of poetries on a disconsolate note but such is the one I recently wrote.
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