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