She Moves With Her Children

I have no voice to say 'Don't go'. And ask where are you going? But I like if you stay here. Oh! The War-victimized widow with three children Teacher of a school Presbyterian. You and I are just next-door neighbours only, And really we do not know each other. But I feel my old haversack would be helpful to you. Though you left already without a notice. I murmured to myself; 'Never mind I believe, this is a train journey And some they get down at their destined stations Without saying a Goodbye! *[My dear teacher, blessed your journey that leads to an Academic progress to all the children of the World. And I hum the song of Andy Williams 'Where do I begin? (Love Story) ] To the poetess Tanya..............!