Yesterday once more is painted on the canvas of life,
which cuts your today like a sharpened knife,
into unstitched pieces full of strife,
that can fall in place only in afterlife.
Yes, its one of the best words of doom
pushing the envelope of death to bloom
in the sacred lines of religious boom
that decorates a sullen day with utmost groom.
An adieu which is good & bad they say
as nothing is forever the lines sway
thus resurrecting the fact to make hay
till all is just a matter of dismay.
Farewell O flame from above
tis not the end of love
but a new journey so to prove
that the best is yet to come in the heavenly cove.
