moments ago I was going
packing my bags for the Boeing
life was high, waiting for good-byes
on verge to fly, breathing the sighs
smile all over, hustle bustle here & there
hugs so warm friends so calm
trolleys moving like a train
bags like their passenger frame
so thrilled so excited so nervous so shy
for the ride which I always wanted to fly
counting the minutes to be second
leaving mine for fairy land
pushing the luggage to the GATE-2
with only dreams, parting the only few
tears roll down when I feel
can only meet them in reel
turn back I, for final good-bye
knowing, Is this for what I cry ?
moments now I will be gone
moments now I will be lone
in a large huge Boeing
just patting myself, saying let life going
moments now I will be gone
moments now I will be lone
-Tushar
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