Farewell song

Farewell song short poem

For long, we lived in our hearts
ignoring the world.
but now, the knocks have got louder
and our hearts have grown heavier.

you go your way, my love,
I will find mine.
for long, we lay under trees,
holding hands.
but now, the tree has shed its leaves
and we have to shed each other.

you go your way, my love,
I will find mine.

for long, we made love
on the bed of the night.
but now, the night has surrendered to day.
it’s time to leave it’s beds.

you go your way, my love,
I will find mine.

for long, we danced and danced
to the song of love.
but now, the song has come to an end
and we have to leave the dance floor.

you go your way, my love,
I will find mine.

for long, we kissed and kissed
under blue skies.
but now, the sky has turned grey
and our lips have gone dry.

you go your way, my love,
I will find mine.

for long, we told each other
stories of love.
but now, the stories have reached
their tragic, tragic end.

you go your way, my love,
I will find mine.

This poem is part of the Poetry Book Oblivion

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Balaji Gopalan

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I owe all of my poetry to the influence of Pablo Neruda. Reading him 10 years ago on the beaches of Goa, gave me the permission to be who I am and write what I feel. My poetry has never been the same after that. All that I write is an offering to Neruda.
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@Balaji_Gopalan, how sad, the realization that things you come attached to are about to end, is as heart-rending as the ending itself. The parting of ways is most pronounced in the repetition of the lines every other paragraph, being true to itself as a farewell song.
The directness and boldness echoes Neruda sounding from afar.

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