PARTHA SARATHI PAUL
To My Old Study... - Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL
Goodbye, old study;
gotta make a move.
Like you I`m too sad;
like you I too feel bad.
It`s been quite many days;
some months and years.
It`s you that knows me the best;
you saw the birth of a poet.
You heard all talks between me
and my friend who has left this world.
You know so many secrets
that the world will never know.
I taught you how romance plays;
I showed you my heart open.
You bore with the pain of sentiments;
You heard me shout; saw me breaking into pieces.
I know you`ll never forget our Saturday, Sunday classes.
You may hear in your mind all the poems I read;
tore many pages and looked at you very sad.
Goodbye, old study.
Gotta make a move.
They say life must have changes.
They say laughs and cries are parts.
Tell me how should I tell them
what sort of is this love.
Like you I`m too sad.
Like you I too fell very bad.
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