Time to separate

Let’s kill not dying moments of closeness, This much was destined our togetherness, Let’s heal our hearts before we separate, And accept what has been as a fair fate. You and me met at a fair stage of life, In milk as if sugar merged joy and strife, Why not these sweet memories reiterate, And accept what has been as a fair fate. If two oil lamps in Ganges were to meet, They cherish brief moments before retreat, Let’s flow with destined fate and never fret, And accept what has been as a fair fate. Let’s kill not dying moments of closeness, Let’s accept what has been as a fair fate. ______________________________________ Kyrielle sonnet |09.03.2024| separation Poet’s note: Based on a Gujarati poem (a Kyrielle, nor a Sonnet) by Kishore Barot