DRIFTS

This is a poem on school FAREWELL written by my cousin, Rohan Acharya, who just passed 10th grade. He has been writing poems for some time now and I am amazed with the way he put his thoughts across. The title of the poem is DRIFTS.



Drifts...


Planes in paper, here and there

Brisk speeds and the escape from chair

I sit through it, I glide with it

They colour my world of fantasy fit



Cutting through air, the ball’s soaring high

I zoom across to grab it, as if choco-pie

Shoulders rub and scrub, before they touch ground

I resist the descend on muddish brown



I talk not to you but to a pest

Pals refer you’untalkables’, the fairer sex

As if incantations to unwork a devil knot

I distance up wide, escaping schocial wrath



A bit of cheat, a bit of cry

And I am released for an honest lie

That return smile, an airborne kick

Always enough, for my day to click



Time drifts across, and I begin a new end

The ‘friend’ declares its presence, with a twist and bend

I lovingly spill my beans to them

A high end five, our formal emblem



A win together, a loss together, a forever print

Amongst us, not a single wince of money-mint

Our grins through that midnight matinee

Remembering all of times, they are now family



Not long was my path smooth along the way

There’s this ‘someone’ who I think night and day

The passing gaze and my stopping mind

A stomach-butterfly whirl, wind and rewind



The face up-talk, my first brave step

If it holds on long, yes!! a working concept

Pals help me out for signs of this riddle

They call it a crush, though sadly ends in fizzle



It’s now when I realize how time plays

Slowly I understand what actually pays

There’s a ‘big final test’ that’s to be crossed

Therapies for ‘hold-on vomits’, finally engrossed



And then comes a last day

A time to celebrate, a time to depart

A chapter ends silently, a lesson learnt

Life turns on a new leaf, a new drift

Hands numb, I bid all farewell…..



Love

Rohan Acharya


Regards,
Akshay Prem Vyas
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