Now with the mellow twilight rays on my cheek
I stand,I weep,
I bleed, I heal, I mask myself with a lie,
I feel an ache so deep
As strains of my swansong die......
Now, with a bruised heart,
I stand, from where I made my start,
To leave behind
At home.To sever a cord.
To feel on my resisting frame the shock
Of apocalypse, like a wave on a rock.
In my mind
I do know,
That I was a Pointer, and always will be.
I'll be able to swim through life
Without difficulty.
Poem by Chandni Singh
