PARTING IS SUCH A SWEET SORROW.......

This poem is about my memories from school. As I recently appeared for my SSC board exams I drifted towards the end of my school life. I wrote this poem in the memory of my school, friends, teachers.

Parting is such a sweet sorrow
You won't meet again morrow
Oh! the hearty laughs, the joyful talks
The hilarious jokes among the mobs
All shall pass with the time
But shall be stored in loving memory trove of mine.

Parting is such a sweet sorrow
You won't enjoy the breaks morrow
Oh! that fun in the recess break
The struggle to gain from the tiffin in rake
This fun you won't experience again
But it's remembrance will let you happiness attain.

Parting is such a sweet sorrow
There won't be talks between the lectures morrow
Oh! the fun we had while the lectures were on
These times are now bygone.
But these memories would stay
From dusk till dawn they will sway.

Parting is such a sweet sorrow
We would meet one morrow
With all these souvenirs from school that stay
Enhancing their sweetness day by day
And further as we part our way
Somewhere in mind they will always lay.

Parting is such a sweet sorrow......

Author's Note

I have written poem after months. I found it difficult to write poem as I was out of practice being busy in studies. The thought of losing the poet within me dreaded my mind for long but at last I was able to write this piece. I hope you would like it! Critical analysis are always welcomed!

Reviews

[Abhishek Izy]

I can see where these incredible emotions coming for. Graduating out of school is a very realistic experience. Lucky for you, you still got new friends and college days ahead. Much much is lost.

Quite contrary to your emotions, I remember when I graduated out of the 10th grade, the entire crew cried and hugged each other on the farewell day. I was at loss of emotions. Almost like an alien, I just watched them endlessly. Oh yeah I was an introvert, shy and almost no friend or existence. I knew I wouldn’t miss anybody.

Now all I remember of my school are the wind blowing over high grasses under the cloudy sky and subtly dark trees around the play ground. Huge eagles hunting for food during lunch breaks on clear days and my most favourite memory is of the tiny creak between the boundary walls which gave way to my views of gorgeous meadows behind the wall with little ponds and grazing cattles.

No wonder, this write about school days makes my nostalgic

[ShubhamT]

Hi Mihika, the poem is really very effective. In the poem, it nowhere seems that you are writing after a month. All the best for another beautiful creation.

[Mihika_d]

Thank you Shubham for your wonderful review!!