A Farewell Tribute to My Angel – Part 3

When I arose, I could

Ne’er find the same me.

I searched like a mad man

Craved to cling back

To the same me.

In vain the effort;

Only to  find –

A new me.

In that agony,

My sleeves got wet with tears.

My cry:

Like that of a new born, at same

Like that of a dying man.

As time passes-by,

The sound of my cry ’came gentile

And tears sticky.