Poem after Guardian ‘ leaving home at 10 Harry Garuba
Nothing is more
poignant and sadder than
Leaving home,
away home to a far off school,
For betterment
of future prospects, as elders opine.
Grand mother and
grandfather amidst farewell ,
Unwilling and
tears swelling over cheeks;
The moment of
departure came,
Those are the days of horse drawn vehicle,
Called
jhatka, carrying me to the
boarding school.
This is the moment of introspection
and
unWilling surrender to elders’ decision.
How can I forget my
early tender days ,
Even now tender, no one can gainsay it,
my cricket bat, my photo album and
favorite books-
Robinson Crusoe and Jim
carbett; collected
stamps all preserved in
good earnest in my cupboard, how can I
forget my days of mango snatching in
summer days running fast
to avoid the
ever watchful guard ,when his eyes elude him.
All these I am going to miss , right away
During my journey , I started looking forward
My holidays. Sure to come back with a new
Language, new approach to life.
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