When i was a kid
I used to be a crying baby...

I was in the middle
Of my journey...

I used to love this place
Where i had grown...

Goodbyes are just goodbyes
But how it will be good...

Time
Fight for its time...

When you left
We knew what will happen...

I never thought
This feeling...

I had thought of this
To happen...

I knew it was the time
To say...

Just a smile
In your face...

Sultry evenings
And even cold ones...

Being a poet
Makes me feel proud...