As I drive away,

I look back on what has been bequeathed

I can see

what is left behind, gets diminished

I can understand

what is near me is prodigious. But,

I wonder why

everything that was so close, should fade so fast

I think to myself

is this, that is at hand, really going to last?

I remember though,

the times I had, when I could transcend

I accept nevertheless,

right now, it's time to say good-bye.

Rakhi

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