Plucked from my comfort,
Stuck close to my closest.
Was a wonder trip down land,
Leaving myself up far.
Lost, I did, left him afar.
Wove, I did, a brilliant avatar.

My shadow and scores,
were the shamrock roofs.
There I saw, Under the shades,
a stream of stars, hiding alike.
Travelled the years,
pacing along the stars.
Some shone bright, Some stay put,
Some I held, right and tight.

In a flash, not so long before,
A stupid thought.
There I leave behind, a decade of shamrock.
Neither a graceful adieu, Nor a gentle kiss.
Struck by a feeling, Guilty, am I?


- Aadil Varsh