24’ Falls

The falls and flaws of an undergraduate, from batch Fall 2020; getting a chance from God to restart everything.

The winds that blew me away

The September that hatch

Reminds me of my first fall

Four years in my batch

Dreams, drifts, deceits, desire

All it ended for you, I divorced myself

Ran after you for I wanted you

Only you left me, I regret it

You saw the future with you,

I saw the future with us

Reminds me of your clues

Was I in a rush, made me a fool

Date, decree, decay, death

You rise and flew, I fell deep in that rut

Am I alright? I wonder holding my breath

My fallout years, screams in my gut.

Pouring rain for growth here

Hinting me of lax GPA slopes

In four years, my hands bare

Had I planted my own crops

Signs from God, even and odd

Kept reminding me of stone walls

Mirror back, took the pieces - got bold

Last chance, so I answered his calls

Hello present, with me and God

This 24’ Sept is here itself

Still reminds me of that sod

A silent ache, broke my shell.

Author's Note

Feel free to relate to the student’s life regarding grades and future.