Leaving The Paradise Poem by shrutika kahale

I remember entering a place when i was four,
smiling, curious, excited to start a new life,
after entering the smiles gradually turned to tears,
i no longer wanted to go there,
nothing seemed good enough anymore

slowly the situation changed and that place became my second home,
people there were placed in my heart,
around which the whole life revolves,
friends, teachers, everyone got so dear to me.
and the magical journey began,

we laughed, we cried, we tripped, we stood,
we enjoyed to the core!
teachers shaped our personality, blessed us with enormous knowledge.
it slowly turned to be our paradise.

later everyone smelled the danger of parting from this heaven,
again a new life was waiting for us all,
walking through those classrooms, cabins,
walking through my friends desks, became memories.
no more sleepy classes, no more pt lectures,
no more annual and sports meets,
no more falling over giggling with my friends over a stupid prank,
no more bollywood in the classes.

the class, bench, walls, fan, pond, premises,
the juniors, seniors, loving teachers,
the idiotic friends simply turned to memories,
which ended again the way we began- with tears.

growing apart wont change the fact that for years we grew side by side
our roots will always be tangled.