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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required No more excitement of a new section No more thrill of new friends No more fear of losing besties No more drama of classmates No more getting up early No more doing home works No more cracking on old jokes No more embracing friends. No more school…. On this last day of my schooling I sit on my messy bed With a paper and a pen And no idea in my head I use poems to release emotions But today I couldn’t find any Or maybe I couldn’t grasp one For there are way too many. There are no teardrops on my paper Did something ruin my love Did the past two years torture too much Or maybe I just have had enough But wait! I do have memories A kid of 4 feet 5. Heaving a blue coloured bag Still so innocent and naïve. As I clear up the mess a bit I think of class six How he failed to recognize Aria And how a classmate put him in a fix. The apparent heart aches and breaks The common teenage pang Of which he was totally unaware Or had he been ignorant twang? Before he learned to face iota ‘He had to confront humiliation For mistakes that didn’t exist. Knocking voices and vibration Enter Asif and Divyanshu The ones who stayed through all phase. Through the joys and the arguments Through the lonely maze. Sorry the pen fell down. Now as I pick it up I fast forward to the point Which sticks stale in the cup. Has a friend named Vikram Several lessons from whom I took Taught me the reality of life Was way too different from Ethics book. The last two years are the ones I would really never talk about Deleting them from my memories. Assuming their absence, no doubt. Now he is 5 feet 8 Reminiscing his gradual growth It is the time to say good bye And leave foot prints on sand froth. Shall the words remain The aura of love I’m sending With a sense of analogy I give the poem the ending.
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