Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Last of a Kind

By Gaurav Parab

Let me write this one last time

Now that you have become a first

Left me to die, after I was nursed

Goodbye, dear

Maybe incompleteness is better

When the sum of us two

Was a child that outgrew

Goodbye, dear

I did not love you, no

I was right besides you, yes

The last gambit, in a game of chess

Goodbye, dear

I will remain a face in the crowd

As they blur in your mind

You were the last of a kind

Goodbye, dear

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