Good-Bye(s)

Oh! Goodbye(s) are grievous.

Certainly.

You leave a prominent share of yourself,

To the place,

Or maybe person(s).

You feel the baggage,

In the left most angle...of your chest!

Yeah! That bumping,

And fragile organ.

Good-bye(s): Darlin', they are most difficult,

when you really,

Really wish to stay more.  

//Just a lil bit more//

The heart-wrenching feeling,

is difficult enough...to describe.

Ughhhh!!!

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My alma mater...

My school. The lovely place!

The amazing people I got,

The inside jokes,

....every nook and corner of the area,

Has a special place etched in my heart.

Forever.

//I know the walls, the walls know my story. I sat on the benches, the benches shout out tons of scribbles. I walked through the corridors, the corridors heard every secret. I played in the ground, Oh! My ground saw the weirdest fights. I fell on the stairs, the stairs still laugh at how my best friend too fell down laughing at me. Ultimately, I enjoyed every micro-second in my class, Ahh! My class witnessed us growing up.//

The day I was walking out of the door,

for the last time,

My bag felt lightest...and heart "heaviest".

                          GOOD-BYE INDEED.

And, then my school's rusty gate said,

"It's over!"

..."Ready to face the world my kids?"

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All I could think of saying was,

"One more day. Please?"

      Inspired from 9 years in Dr..VSTCS*

  (Tales around white shirt and grey bottoms)