The River

As we edge towards our departure from our beloved school, there's a lot to be said and cried about. The poem reflects back on those golden days that will be embedded into our minds forever.

As this fourteen year old river gurgles on to its penultimate delta

It cries on, nearing a division spot of uncertainty and elation

Recalling those once forgotten times, it seeks shelter

In our hearts to bring joy, driving us closer to gracing jubilation

How we remember those shrieks and the high sounding school bell

Which brought relief to heart and utmost joy to mind

Ending a boring period, drawing some out of their shell

Soothing us with freshness, which was, for some never easy to find

That moment still floats around in my mind when

I cried for not letting go my mom's finger to enter the place

Sobbing my heart out and floundering to get a hold and then

And being dragged inside into the then unknown, gloomy space

And our beloved teachers, who knew us better than the truth

Guiding us through thick and thin was their passion

Selfless in blooming a once broken and now departing youth

They surely are the best thing that our lives are yet to lose

Times and grades changed and so did we

The river babbled on, nearing a spot of maturity and adulthood

As days worth remembering  fleet past, I agree

We would never ever come back to where we once stood

Friends would never be the same again

Some would crawl on in the gurgling river of theirs

Their memories would haunt us, giving us joy and pain

Some would come back, entertaining us with smiles and joyful tears

Earlier, We seemed to enjoyed life as it approached us

Unknown of how all this would come crashing down in a heap

And we'd be left to mourn their shattering loss and thus,

This place won't be as lively as it used to be

Now, we've realized that nothing's ever built to last

And these moments would live and remain

In our hearts, as a test of mettle we once passed

And our lives ahead, its result is yet to be gained

It's such a shame for for all of us to part

And oh, I wish I could rush back to the start

For once, I want to live all these years once more

Meanwhile, the river ripples on, still far away from its destined shore

Reviews

[Ishaan Kumar]

A brief vivid description of our school days, just summoned all those mischiefs I did.
Keep it up brother!