The Last Bell – Delhi Poetry Slam

The Last Bell

By Aaradhy Gupta

The school has finally ended
It leaves a big bruise in my heart which has to be tended.
Through these corridors we have created memories at every moment,
Memories which have been with our trusted ones by going here and there
And creating new trust by meeting new people everywhere.
No matter how hard we try, these days wont come back to us.
We would probably never be able to create those new memories in the bus
The lunches which in class we would never eat.
But always try to finish it in the bus on that seat.
Let’s us take this moment to appreciate what we have been provided with,
As for someone who wishes for this opportunity, this all is just a myth.


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