Her New Home

                         

Heavy eyes,

Droopy face

Hands down

Legs at a slow pace.

Teeny heart

Full of conjecture,

Mumbling words

With menacing fear.

Senile mind

fleeting bliss,

Little to get

And a lot to miss.

Family left

Friends left

Left the old dock forever

Her journey begun

For a new harbor .

 A poem dedicated to my friend who got married this month. she left every precious things behind for a new home , a new life and may be an unknown future. So may god bless her n give her enough strength to start a new inning.

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