To Whom It May Concern

This is a farewell party,
a goodbye dinner;
all have been decorated
and all have been cooked;

millions of balloons
colored and tattooed
fully blown and also a million needles ready for punching the powered.

-a burst of joy
-a relief
much awaited for,

no space is left
no corner abandoned;

walls, aisles, all
welcome you
with festoons- banners and with the portraits
glittering,

flocks of pigeons
flying away from a magical box
to and fro-

sizzling sounds everywhere
candles burning on both the ends
welcome for the last bite
-the last supper.

Quaid Uz Zaman
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 12/26/2020

Poet's note: Expression of a political situation.
The copyright of the poems published here are belong to their poets. Internetpoem.com is a non-profit poetry portal. All information in here has been published only for educational and informational purposes.