I want purple flowers on my photo

It may be true,

That I have left only months few,

Till yesterday I had no clue,

That my cancer had passed stage two.


I will no longer see the moon pearls you call dew,

I will no longer behold your soothing view,

I will no longer hear the nestling coo,

I will no longer feel the sacred touch of you.


I now must tell my close knit crew,

Not to bid me with tears adieu.

For when they make peace with my departure, I will too

I will not go, I will start anew.


Author: Shashmita Sanyal

Editor: Nathania Do Rego


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