Make a checklist.
Tick them off.
Go shopping.
Dump them in bags.
Pack. Pack, pack!
Where are the papers?
Where’s the cash?
Take ’em, take ’em.
All documents
Rolled up and stashed.
Busy to and fro,
Meeting last minutes,
Arranging, rummaging,
Nothing forgotten,
All done.
And I am ready to go.
Then the furor
Comes to standstill.
And I see,
The time is gone
Without telling me.
And I forget to say,
Whatever I am
Is because of You.
I love You. I love you.
Before I fly away.
Maverick Misfit 
:).
Seems like time is flying in your case as the day is coming closer and closer.
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You always make me exercise my little brain whenever you write poems.
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tusin taan chaa gaye Guria ji…
excellent I can see the panic and the excitement as day comes closer 🙂 he heheeh
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lovely write… going somewhere??
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very nice 🙂
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I could feel each word as I read… I will be leaving my city for post graduation soon! I could so feel that pang in my heart!
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Aww! Cute! 🙂 🙂
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I will miss u 😦
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Very well written.Are you onto a holiday?
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Wait are you going away somewhere? 😦
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nice 🙂
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Good suggestions.. I'll follow when i have to go somewhere..:) Hope u r having good time with ur family..
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