“The School Bus” by Pratik Agrawal
Keeps in darkness for nine months
Hoping to give light forever, like a star;
Bears the pain to welcome us
The ones who completes her.
We cry to leave for the first day of school
To see our tears she shatters the same,
Being strong still sends us away,
Hoping us to add feathers of fame.
And then we reach our teenage
School and tuitions frustrate our brain,
A tight hug at the end of day
On tensions and worries showers the rain.
Preparatory days knock on our door
Keeping us away from the world outside,
In all this tautness beside me, she stands
Keeping me social with her eternal guide.
Hostel life finally comes
Dreams, freedom, I hope to acquire all;
Still two hearts beat for each other
At the end of the day, awaiting a single call.
“It’s going to be home for you soon”, said the father to her 3-year old.
“No..I want to go home now”, she said as well as the welcoming echoes.
19 years later, she could only scream “No.. I don’t want to leave” and the echoes took her to a different time and space while nostalgia was at work tearing her apart.
She could only muse, “When your voice echoes, it’s either the beginning or the end”