Why is this world full of byes
Where one waves its hands by and by
It add more when it comes to love ones
I wish my wish could be grant if it for once
Either death nor fate it ends with bye
One goes the after life but why
Even fate wants the same and plead to wave my hands to say farewell hence i weep
Neither my wish is granted nor consoled
To cease my mind wondering nowhere to new or old
Everything is sure to went far away
Where My transient limbs can't reach anyway
Though i look upon tomorrows anxiously
The thoughts are moulded apprehendly
But man lives with hopes as of the daily breads
Thus, i thee look the future hopefully
