Day 3 of #NaMoPoWri
It’s April 3rd today and I would like to tell something about the number ‘3’.
Three is the number of time:
Past-Present-Future
Birth-Life-Death
Beginning-Middle-End.
This is a really short poem about accepting the end and moving on.
Sometimes you just must admit the fact that things will never go back to how they used to be, and that this ending is really a new beginning.
“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.”
― T.S. Eliot
Endings and Beginnings
Don’t worry about me, I will be all right.
It’s just I haven’t been myself since a fortnight.
Resisting to accept the fact that we grew apart.
The end is near but I am hankering for a new start.
Bidding you farewell from the bottom of my heart.
~Deep
Deep In Reverie 