Transcend her to your deeper memories,
Walls of which are concrete insecurities,
Lose the cold segments to her warm being,
Let your broken world stitch to her new life string.
Blow the candles, which lights your past,
Hold invisible rope in dark, leads which you to future cast.
As low I stand, more than you,
Disappearing earthly existence of mine says , adieu.
Call me not hollow, label me not selfish,
For, in eternity, I desire your smiles to cherish.
Trust my presage of happy promises, even I leave,
Hand of mine, is no different than little hands of ours.