Author: Shivanshi Motiramani, Class VIII B
I wrote this poem about a place I visited in Spain two years ago. While I was talking about how that city contributed to making my trip so special, I was told that it had met a flood and was now not that happy place I associated myself with. That’s when I realised I am fortunate to experience what’s now gone. The place is gone but the memories will surely remain forever.
No one knows.
No one knows when you’re looking at something not knowing it’s the last time.
A person, a place NO ONE KNOWS.
Till it fades like an old chime, forgotten with time.
Suffer through thinking, knowing what’s going on in the world right now.
It’s not a battleground, a misused land, leaving stories untold,
Now the memories root in mold,
No, it won’t just go down in flames.
No, you won’t be all alone,
Everyone has to play this game.
You might feel lost for a while,
But I promise —
You’ll find your home.
I smiled at what has slipped away,
Now broken things are here to stay.
Once full of joy, now just a name –
You know what they say,
Don’t cry that its gone,
Be happy because it happened,
Something you never imagined.
