After a long days struggle <br />when one gets the touch <br />of freedom, joy rides on her <br />and makes her happy very much. <br />There are the age-old trees <br />and the endless stretch of leas, <br />waiting for her and <br />the sky-kissing hills <br />have picked the dew up <br />from the pure clouds of the high. <br />She must meet the banyan tree <br />whom she loved and for it leaves sigh. <br />She must go and must meet all, <br />which she has left long ago. <br />The greens and the blues <br />the forsaken past for all she must go.<br /><br />Neela Nath<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-must-go-2/