When you’ll be gone

Gone will be the mirth

Coming from singing song.

Gone will be the joyous rides,

And the smile you spread along.

Gone will be the glee

With you time flee.

Gone will be the russet delights.

Will miss the asinine fights.

Gone will be the bliss

Coming from watching you smile

Oh So many things I’ll miss!

Memories thousands a mile.

Will miss these days

Looking back in gaze

You’ll be remembered

Today, tomorrow and always…

Pranav.