THAT Place

Was I glad,

When it all ended?

I think I was,

But now if you ask me,

If I regret it ending,

I would probably say yes.

Going there with them,

Was my escape,

Was my parole,

The biscuits we stuffed into our mouths,

During the class,

The lunches we shamelessly shared,

The sharing pens,

And tattoos on hand.

Less that two moths,

That is what I got,

After my two years,

That was vanished,

Don't ask me by what,

Because we all know what it is.

Memories of yesterday,

Loosing balance and putting the blame on the floor,

Little pranks and dares,

Little crushes and embarrassments,

Crying over marks and enjoying the hartal,

Getting bullied and never getting over it,

And getting to know who stayed and who didn't.

All these memories,

Are probably gonna die,

In coming years,

For those who forgets yesterday,

I pity you and I'm jealous of you,

You forget the bad memories,

With the good ones,

But for someone like me,

I will remember the good with bad,

And I hope someday,

I could laugh at it,

In a similar way,

I am crying about it.

The place from which I am going,

Taught me lessons,

Gave me memories and trauma,

And made me strong and brave,

Made me a better version of myself.

Will I miss this place?

Probably,

Will i miss the people I met there?

No, cause I will carry them with me always.

~ SRUTHAKIRTI M