Just Special

By Partha Pratim Boruah

The call to remember,

For that some special.

To shape and reshape,

Like the water in a vessel.

To be true, to be told,

To be called our own.

With the tears to fall,

With the last goodbye gone.

The spirit to lead,

The way to lock away.

To start the new beginning,

To be great, to be special.

A story to tell,

To hear it's worth.

So deep so uncertain,

To be lost, to birth.

To guard the wounds,

To hide the pain away.

That holds the hand,

With the thought to say.

To be bold to believe,

Has something to pay.

A person so special,

To see her, like a sun ray

By Partha Pratim Boruah