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..............!

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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