thnks fr d memories...

The school bell rings one last time
And the child looks on,
Myriad memories in her mind,
She watches the half-abandoned playground.
“Is this the end?” a voice within her asks,
Bereft of an answer, the question
Transcends her mind and echoes in her heart.

Melancholy clouds of gray
Encapsulates her world…
And then a thread of familiar light emerges,
Radiating signs of a
New beginning, the answer.
Lead me then, O’ Beacon of Hope and Expediency,
Guide me into the new day.



Had written this one during my concluding days of high school…
Nostalgia strikes hard…