dissolving you every day, bit by bit
There is nothing else that I could give you
Not even memories you can talk about
Nor the sweet talk that could force you
To turn around
I could not give you a seed to sow
and let you be proud to nurture
dissolving you every day, bit by bit
and letting her grow further
will I put it on my board
for younger leaders of future to know
why should they not ever fall in love
with their kins or even such strangers,
who may demand accounts
of every breath that you, or they borrowed
from the future,
and from the hunters and gatherers