Sooner even the last memory will fade away. Sooner I know, ‘I’ and ‘you’ will be a part of the tangled mob for ‘you’ and ‘me’. Sooner, I know pain will recede down. Sooner, I know wind will stop whispering your name. Sooner, I know a path will be abandoned. Sooner I know, my gaze will withdraw and sooner the foot prints will fade. Sooner, I know the road once frequented will be covered with autumn leaves. And yes sooner, with this I will turn a back leaving behind a chimera, a dream for which closed eyes bleed once. But sooner, I know the last memory with its youth and charm will fade away. And sooner a restless cot will give way to an eternal bliss of sleep.