A goodbye poem for those who have passed school.
Ticking the clock, back to the day they first entered
With neatly combed hair and tears flowing like thunder
The tiny steps which wanted to run back home ,
Now are fearing to leave their new found home
The beguiling memories playing in their head, make their cheeks wet
A journey that seemed endless
Filled with love and contentment
Has now come to an end
From practicing a cursive hand writing to just scribbling on the notebook
From dressing up in fancy dress functions
To being a part of MUN's and Cyber Buzz competitions
From shorts and tunics to pants and salwars
From dipping their hands in the paint to making full blown portraits
From playing hide and seek to being in the school's sports team
They made it till the end.
Biding goodbyes was never this heart wrenching
Cause at 1:50 it never seemed like the final ending
No more running in the corridors now
No more games anymore
No more eating in the canteen anyhow
No more substitutions galore
Will it ever be the same again?
Will they ever meet again?
As they'll walk out for the last time
The souvenirs of their 14 years will lie in the line
Reminiscing about every memory they ever cherished
That'll never be vanished
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Short Stories and Poems
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