To be here, at the edge of the cliff
taking a deep breath, realizing what I will miss
and watching thoughts all rush,
changing the striking incidents, to memories in a hush
I can’t stop; my eyes tear up
not knowing when I would smell my pup.
Gazing at the fields of my patti’s tea
to feel her touch with a nosh for me,
the rides and tricks with my dad
making me laugh, tears too; a tad
drama at dawn, stories at dusk
braiding hair with my confidant’s musk
a best friend’s.
Little did I know about pain, this hard
makes me shiver – a piercing shard,
“You’re going for good,” they say
as if what I am going through is nay,
never been in a place like this, never had to face
Yet, I bow down, and tie the lace.
I turn back now, to see the turf
preparing myself for the journey – to surf,
tomorrow, it’s all going to change
with the old man’s truck – rustic and orange
no more doubts or the whys,
all that’s left, all that stays – is my goodbye
Sri Ranjani R is a 19-year-old South Indian and an International English Olympiad silver medalist. She is currently pursuing her management studies at the Indian Institute of Management Rohtak, India.