I Bid Thee Goodbye

No, i don't want to leave
This town,
These streets covered in the canopy.
Of pine n fir
And the breeze so cold which carries stories untold
Water so clear, which to all is dear.
I must leave behind in the fear of another calamity,
Until i come back from the City.
O' Lord of the Monastery I prithee
Look over mother,
Keep her and them safe and happy,
The town still shakes constantly
Due to under terrain seismic activity.

No, i don't want to leave
This town,
These streets full of old memories
Of childhood, boyhood and youth.
And the spots where we cracked,
Where we laughed our hearts out,
Where we fell and ripped our jeans, and bruised our knees
All seem like yesterday

But no, its today
O' Lord of the Monastery I prithee
To bring back the moments to me
Let me relive them on this last day,
Before i return from the City.

I bid thee Goodbye
Mother,
I love you, you know
I bid thee Goodbye
I bid thee...






(Originally written on 27 December 2011, 3 months after the Earthquake at my home town, in Sikkim)