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Tilak Sharma Poem
I packed my bag and said goodbye,
To friends and school, it made me sigh.
The streets I knew, the games we played,
All left behind, memories stayed.
The first days were hard and a little scary,
New faces, new classrooms, everything varied.
I missed the laughter, the comfort, the cheer,
But I kept moving, pushing my fear.
I worried about fitting in, making new friends,
About all the challenges that never seemed to end.
Sometimes I stumbled, sometimes I cried,
But slowly I learned to enjoy the ride.
Each challenge I faced made me grow,
Taught me lessons only hardship could show.
I found my courage, piece by piece,
And little by little, my worries decreased.
I tried new hobbies, joined games on the field,
And discovered joy that the change could yield.
Even though leaving was really tough,
I realized I was stronger than I thought enough.
Now I see change can be bright,
It brings new chances, new paths, new light.
Sacrifice and struggles help us stand tall,
They teach us to rise whenever we fall.
Even when life feels strange and new,
There’s always a way to make it through.
I’ve learned that moving on isn’t the end,
But the start of a journey where dreams ascend.
Copyright © Tilak Sharma | Year Posted 2025
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