Only If We Never Grew Up Poem by Elisha Chhabra
Only If We Never Grew Up
The cab starts at the doorway
So our hearts, to sink
And we all stand there
Mom flaunting the buoyancy
And me pretending
Also, that ice cream man far off
Who served us with happiness
Long enough to join the moment
Today, a part of me feels too old
To catch one cone for two of us.
I look away and I see
He looks back at mom,
From the moving car
Like the kid from his van
On first day of kindergarten
And he just smiles at me,
Smiles so intense
Smiles so wide
Smiles so sad
Smiles that often turn into tears.
Mom loses herself in,
With the disappearing car.
Only I standstill there
It feels like
The streets we strolled in
The parks we played in
The corners we laughed in
The dwelling we grew up in
Everything,
Everything I stand in midst of
Gazes at me
And tells me
Things will never be the same
And Times were never coming back.
This is when you left home for job.
I feel wonderful thinking that you're finally a grown self stand man, followed by the sadness of us not being together.
But that's what gives life a meaning.
Times change, Places change and So do people.
But, the bond we share is eternal, beyond the distances.
Always wish the best for you bhai, miss you!
What a sensitive poem, delivered with an hi esty that cannot be overlooked. I invite you to read my poem, Must We Always Part In Autumn, written for my brother when we have to say goodbye. I loved your write, so well done. I hope you always remain close in heart, no matter the distance that keeps you apart. PEACE
This is actually the 2min moment, when my brother left home for job thing. Thanks for reading :)
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4/25/2024 12:09:29 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Woooow! ..this is a masterpiece Elisha, excellently written, excellently worded. Magnificent poem...I have always been the one leaving for in far places, and those tears have always been a factor that pulls me home after every two weeks. I love this poem. Siya_! !