And as the evening sets into the night,
I have few more pages left to write
May be one or two battles to fight,
Before the bird’s last flight.

Taking a deep breath I close my eyes,
Thinking all the happy moments, all the trials,
Over the years, the happy moments and the tears,
Wondering with surprise; was all that real?

And this reality which is going to end soon,
Why does it seem like a dream from far away,
While all the time it seemed so near,
I ponder and without understanding saunter down my way.