"THE END"

 

When you leave this world,

it will be a sad moment.

World which became mother,

world which became father

and all other.

To leave it ever is too soon,

whenever?

When you leave,

I will not know.

When you leave,

the heart might ache

a little!

We never met properly

but we walked the same soil,

breathed the same breeze,

smiled at same sky.

You see?

We lived in same home

for decades!

It's the end now, though.

What to do but feel gloomy.

Do the ends feel this way always?

why?