[I wrote this poem when I was studying for my last exam in 3rd year...It was an elective, so most of the people had already finished their exams]
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The sun shows its last rays,
A blabber of noise around me,
The familiar din and racket,
Trunks and trolleys
Squeaking with all their might;
A combat with my mind,
As I flip the pages, my ears plugged,
Nostalgia grips me,
Moments just speed away,
Why doesn’t it feel the same?
Where is all the thrill?
A drop of tear trickles down,
And another, to wet my feet;
As the grip of truth holds tighter,
I wish the clock would stop ticking,
For today, I do not want to go…
A blabber of noise around me,
The familiar din and racket,
Trunks and trolleys
Squeaking with all their might;
A combat with my mind,
As I flip the pages, my ears plugged,
Nostalgia grips me,
Moments just speed away,
Why doesn’t it feel the same?
Where is all the thrill?
A drop of tear trickles down,
And another, to wet my feet;
As the grip of truth holds tighter,
I wish the clock would stop ticking,
For today, I do not want to go…
1 comment:
Sometimes, we leave something we love behind just to find something better elsewhere. As i say, Life goes on... (But i cant deny that i control my tears at farewells.. :) )
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