Not as that of Sun to the moon,
That like of the rainbows and skies too close .
The love that is unavailable in forms , that could be just felt and not blabbed of .
The existence of mine is cherished where , the departure let the set ,
There where the scene is me being the protagonist!
Amidst the Sky and land somewhere where is abandoned.
A life that gives butterflies to the feels ,
There where exist no heals!
The mountains beauty fades , may be something much more beautiful than the heavens grace .
And than when I close my eyes and bid Adieu, a smile saying she is going to live a life away too.
I need no palace, just some hearts to bid me farewell with no tears and wrench but them knowing that the life aftermath would be a new start .
And I resting assured that I left traces mine somewhere where I will be living even when I died .

- Yashaswini