What was that feeling
I felt when I was young,
That moment I returned from school
Eating food watching cartoons?
What was that I felt
the first day of summer vacations;
Planning the endless long days
filled with friends and games?
Even though it's long gone,
Traces still linger...
They surfaced when I got my acceptance
and when I put in my resignation.
If I had to tell you what I felt,
I could sum it up in a word.
The word is joy
and the feeling is surreal.
About this poem:
I got my acceptance to b-school. This is somewhat a throwback to November'19 when I finally got the news. It was this feeling, like being on the top of the world, like nothing could bring me down. That feeling, that moment, that's is what I want to hold on to. I think in the past few years, joy became something unapproachable. That childlike feeling on a summer day with rasna and Maggi, happiness became something to plan and work towards. I could chase joy, but I don't think you can chase a feeling built on moments. At this point, I may as well be blabbering. 5am thoughts of insomniacs.
Superb!
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