it is time to go,

why will one wait for the rain
to erase the footprints of pain
the wind is blowing quite fast
taking some ships off the course
to destinations unknown,
do not feel aghast
the way forward is enjoyable
only because there is no cradle
to swing the child of hope
do not worry, my dear
i am all set to cope
with the fuzzy boundaries of a garden
in which we planted some flowers, some trees
and some weeds
who knows what is useful tomorrow
when some body gets hurt
in jungle
weeds will come to your rescue
do not bemoan  their disorder and
do not try to pursue
just let the time flow
whenever you do not hear any voice
and silences overtake the poise
it is time to go,
it is time to go