My Final farewell

To the nesting squirrel,

In the trunk of the Neem

I bid farewell

I would not hear it chatter,

Or scurry to pick up acorns.


To the owl that peeks at me

From the hollow of the Jamun

I bid farewell

I would miss his hoots

Whilst on his nightly hunts


To the green ring-necks that

Make the mango tree home

I bid farewell

I would no longer hear them

Screech as they foraged


To the sparrow that hops

On my sill every morning

I bid farewell

No longer would I be able

To offer it crumbs


To the koel that coos for me

In the Banyan by the house

I bid farewell

My days of listening to it sing

Were at an end


To the Myna that squawks as

It hops on the tall jackfruit

I bid farewell

My days of seeing its antics

Were now gone


In my heart, heavy with sorrow

I prayed, ‘until we meet again’

But, I bid farewell

As I stepped over the threshold

Between life and…


I said my goodbyes

To my unacknowledged friends

My companions in life

For it was time for me to bid life

A final farewell


By Sonal Singh


Poet’s note – this poem is a eulogy to the two stalwarts of Bollywood that we lost.

About Sonal Singh

I believe that life is a repertoire of anecdotes. The various situations that we encounter, the many incidents of every day, the people we meet, our conversations with them; all make life a melange of tales. And, that is what I attempt to capture through my writing. My cooking is no different! It reflects my love for travel and my love for innovation. The kitchen is my happy place. So, even though by vocation I am a recruiter (, by passion I am a writer, home chef and a hodophile.

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