Embossed in its very air, <br />the (now) precious tomfooleries, <br />the endless repartee on trivialities, <br />and the freedom <br />to craft newer ways to err. <br /> <br />I put down a loaded bag, <br />leaving the old books, <br />to lift another equally hefty. <br />One that carries <br />the fruit of duties, deeds and discipline. <br /> <br />My feet, alongside the entrance <br />which once stood so tall, <br />timidly stride on a new course. <br />And perhaps, <br />would create a few of their own. <br /> <br />Hauled by nostalgia, I stop <br />and give a last parting glance <br />to my fourteen-year-old dwelling, <br />only to realize <br />that it had taken me in for-ever.<br /><br />Neethi (10 Aug 1990)<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/leaving-school-3/
