Displaced or transferred,
From the town,
Or the world.
I know,
It is the end of my term.
But the desire, unabated,
The desire to see,
One more eastern sun,
That rises,
In the similar way,
Everyday.
The dream,
That I saw only yesterday,
Yet to be fulfilled.
One more bloom,
In my rose garden.
The duties not completed,
As i procrastinated,
For no real reason.
A false facade,
Of having no regrets,
And satisfaction.
And a hope,
Unending,
To return.
maitreyee joshi
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