• umashree 5w

    Every hand will bid goodbye

    It was in an early dawn,
    That she looked up
    The darkish sky ,
    Admiring the little sun.
    She spent the noon life under
    Hot sun, cool breeze
    And dripping rains
    But when nights come,
    Home went the skylark
    No moon lit up the dark
    And no tick of clock stayed still.
    So she layed on the bed
    And bid goodnight to the world
    Saying goodbye , it's her time to part.