As you go
I stand near
the window, away from your gaze,
Staring over
the length of sky
And wish you
Goodbye
In my own
way, in my own self
Such and so
you won't even know
That someone
somewhere is thinking of you
Writing of
you in a verse of hers
Which may or
may not die;
Being sure
of it not reaching
To you or
your realization of recognizing
Your own
self
In the
designing of its alphabets.
Only if the
God wishes you bad
May your
heart reveal to you
That has
been deliberately kept from your eyes.
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