Separation: fauji type!

From a government quarter
to a cosy abode
Decorating and redecorating
adding bits of my soul

It was not easy to un-decorate and un-home
With low spirits and blue funk syndrome
I have cried a little
With each frame taken off the wall
Crockery and glassware
"Careful, they don't fall!"
Packed and bubble wrapped
in a trunk, "away with all"!
The bedsheets and curtains
Some handpicked, some gifted,
Ironed and folded, entrusted
to the care of naphthalene ball

Brittle memories, in iron boxes
locked and tucked away
To sit in the corner of dusty old rooms
Until the next posting, a hope looms ...

But till then I will cry, I ain't brave
My eyes will run dry and I will crave
For those memories and emotions
That I have locked with a piece of my heart
In every silver trunk, that I have had to part

I will pray for its safety
and of all such trunks
That were packed with heavy hearts
With the memories and prayers
of each home they left in the hope
To be opened again, someday
To make another government quarter
A warm home to stay ...