Friday, 15 April 2016

Leaving behind

I guess it was meant to be
I had much to leave behind
Haunting all my memories
And my dreams to ever find

The school classroom where
I flipped pages in dull noons
My first watch gifted by dad
Whose strap broke too soon

The winding train journeys
From home to design school
Carrying homemade sweets
For my classmates to drool

Getting my first earning
Although worth peanuts
Holding loved one's hand
Losing trust with bit fuss

First apartment I'd rented
Decorating it with posters
Then one fine day packing 
Leaving behind no marks

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