Prayer

I always fervently pray and hope

That our relation may remain so close

Till the day I breathe my last

I am rather scared

That imaginations and desires

Do hardly coincide

With plans and demands.

Sometimes I feel in my bones

That the day is so very close

For us to say goodbye

Like strangers with different destinations

Following opposite routes.

Even if the case be so

Your memories shall haunt me

And make me restless and sad

Like the squally winds

That rock the frail garden plant.

Again I believe

Your memories—soothing and sweet

Shall bring solace to my lonely self

Like the sun-burnt plains

Await the drops of rain.