For Boo

On the very first day you said,
“Your hand is mine to take.”
The world was pink bubble-wrapped in gold,
Your hand was also mine to hold.

The second, a journey we made,
Rough, violent but never filled with hate,
You held mine firm and looked me in the eye,
“Oh boo, don’t worry you’ll be fine!”

Finally, and no one knew it then,
That you were preparing to leave us when.
It has sunk in, you are the world’s to share,
But remember this, you’ll always be mine, beloved fair

Oh woe.

Final end sem and then I graduate.Replace 'then' with 'if'.
Sigh.
I am not a pessimist but a realist. The impossible pending bulk of study crap I have to go through will probably not even get me a 'pass'. Pass, btw, is worse than FAIL, if you are an honours student.

Anyway, Day 1- The neighbours decide to conspire and put up speakers that exploded all hit songs of Dev, the bangali superstar and Jeet Ganguli, the banagli super music compposer. Maane ne na Maane ne na Mon. So I decided to not fight the music and danced my blues away only to realise today was wasted.


There is always tomorrow.


I hope.