A thing of past,
A distant past ,may be – the pain
But as alive as I am
As true as this beating heart – it’s certain.
If not for you,
If not for that final push,
If not for braving the separation,
And the agony of the definite distance.
The day you gave birth,
The day you let me flutter my wings,
To fly out and away
I will not be what and where I am today!