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

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (1 votes, average: 3.00 out of 5)
We are posting your rating...

Have something to say about the poem?

Balaji Gopalan

Signup / Login to follow the poet.
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.
Poems you will love

Give your feedback / review for the poem

2 Comments on "Farewell song"

Notify of
Sort by:   newest | oldest
Editorial Board

@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.


An Owl Song

An Owl Song short poem

Short hoo hoo to the distant space A hoo hoo from an unknown space The top of a branch perched in a tree That is where the song of the owl begins Carrying off into the wind at night An

A Song For Adorable British College Enugu

A Song For Adorable British College Enugu short poem

My adorable academic sanctuary, My big citadel of intellectual prowess, where ignorance is consigned to an ossuary for the once inherent and nagging backwardness. Any who treads your academic trajectory is numbered with the doyen of enlightened ones. Your young

Swan Song

Swan Song short poem

The toppled gravestones, I still count the heads. I will go with your swan song, the bond erupts. You were always sitting under the bougainvillea, waiting for the swallow. The next door summer arrives; Why did you say, it was

Winter Song

Winter Song short poem

Old numbers, lighthouses, baked bread. I open my eyes. nervous and irritable. Another day with vertigo. Five shillings grew lighter and lighter, the grinning letters, occupied me, tender and cool. Things change their colour, and die, The ever-increasing noise, the

Like An Old Song

Like An Old Song short poem

Walking in mental fog, you become a swaying tree. In mistiness one becomes lonely like a blackbird. Hollyhocks would wait, till the sun comes out. December rain brings the gift― of sleet on lips. ————————————– Walking in mental fog, you