Moving On Poem by Kanishk Gupta

* This poem was written by me on the last day of my high school, as a tribute to my school life. Hope you enjoy it! *

As I slowly approached, ... that unknown gate
A glance at my mother, tightly holding her hand;
A strange kind of fear, a strange kind of longing,
To return to my home, away from this land.

But I kept moving on, hoping for some hope,
To help escape the world, still waiting behind the wall,
Still being born for me, to give birth to a life,
That would reside in me, to relive it all.

And then it was when, I saw that boy,
Stepping outside the gate, just as I stepped in;
He looked at me, with eyes so deep,
The pain, the tears, exceeding mine.

He stood where he was, and just looked and looked,
Then silently very, broke into a smile;
Knowing not, what else to do,
I too looked at him, ...and smiled...and smiled...

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As I slowly approached, ... that familiar gate
A glance at them, leaving my hand;
A strange kind of fear, a strange kind of longing,
To return to my home, back to this land.

But I kept moving on, hoping for some hope,
To return me my world, parting behind the wall,
Which was born for me, to give birth to a life,
That now resides in me, to relive it all.

And then it was when, I saw that boy,
Stepping into the gate, just as I stepped out;
He looked at me, with eyes so deep,
The same old fear, the same old doubt.

I stood where I was, and just looked and looked,
Then silently very, broke into a smile;
Knowing not, what else to do,
He too looked at me, ...and smiled...and smiled.....