The Nest with golden twigs....

The nest woven with twigs of golden memories,

each collected through days, months and years....

Those moments of joy play in my head like documentaries,

Standing at the edge of the nest, that vast unknown the young bird fears...

The corridors and benches that have seen how I have grown,

the ground where I played and the desk where i sat dreaming...

A tree he has become, a little seed with was once sown,

Simple times of effortless innosence, made life's true meaning.

Friendships without expectations, bound by love without stains,

No moment lived frowning...

A life without the calculation of losses and gains,

All pains and tears drowning...

The bird now prepared to fly,

Leaves the nest and leaps spreading its wings..

The bird getting familiar with the unknown sky,

Away from comfort, away from the safe bubble, away from all such things...

I came without knowledge and I leave without regret,

After all I had to grow wings someday, I had to leave the nest...

Everything else this mind might forget,

But not the moments which were the best..

Now I shall take your leave for it is time to fly,

The arrow that sees its target shall leave the bow,

I shall sail the ship of dreams under the blue sky,

Why must I stop? for a bird lives to fly and a sailor to row...