It’s time to say bye
To all my ally
On whom I always rely
Even in time of wry
They make me feel high
This month of July
My heart feels dry
Along with wet eye
Which I can’t deny
It maybe my silent reply
To their warmth supply
Which I can’t even buy
With millions of pie
I will never find a tie
Even to their simply hi
It’s not a lie
Nor it’s a sly
It’s a true imply
Of my hearts cry
To trust hire any spy
Now its time to fly
Into new land of sky
But they will stay by
Even after this goodbye
In my heart until I die
Kranthi Pothineni
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