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My Opportunity

The Moment is Here.
I see you were here all along,
How come I hold you,yet not see you.


Ah! I saw what I yearned to see,
Sigh! I mumbled for long, you see,
Alas! I tried to leave you, you see
Yet you held onto me long, 
You never gave up on me,
And now, these tears cant change the fact 
that you wither and soon will be lost from me. 


I was blind by expectations gone wrong
I lost a time too valuable to replace.
And now I stand in the Same place
With the same speed, the same Knowledge, the same level of skill,
Unknown to me, others held on to you,
And soon your hold will loosen.


Yet I do implore,
For the times we spent together,
For the long hours you held on to me,
I ask you to put trust in me.
Till the end of the road, where u will bid me Adieu,
Do stay with me until then,
Smile for me,
Shine for me
Though you have become a ghost, whom will dissolve away,
I still need you.
I will hold on to you.
My oppturtunity!


Kamana Prakash




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