It was beginning of the new school year,
although it was first day, he did not fear.
As we all gathered under the faithful chickoo tree,
My friends did not notice, but I saw him look at me.
Sitting amongst my classmates I saw him for the first time
His smile made a thousand bells chime.
Smiling and happy he stood next to another boy,
His hands seemed to be fidgeting with an electronic toy.
As the days went by he came to be my friend,
It never struck us even once, that his life was soon to end.
No matter how much pain he went through,
he was always there for you.
A lot of times he would not come to school,
but when he did, he was always so cool.
He brought the same lunch day after day,
no matter how much he was hurting, he never walked away.
He was smart no doubt about that,
and he was the king of combat.
Sometimes he would sneak out late at night,
but when morning came he was always back.
One Saturday, whilst we sat in class,
the teacher came with news at last.
Our dear friend was now in pain,
we were not sure if we would see him again.
On Monday evening as we were on our way,
to the bedroom in which he lay.
We wondered what was wrong with him,
he soon began to become pretty slim.
As we approached to visit him,
faces were sad, and tears were thin
But no one could even say,
and that September evening he passed away.
Author notes
This poem is dedicated to a boy who is a guardian angel to all whose lives he was in.. I'm glad he was a part of my life, and I wish him happiness wherever he is.. R.I.P. Shivaan.
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Oh shivu passed away he was never abused.. Loved by everyone and will be as long as we live..
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Awww, what happened to him? Cancer? Abuse? Very touching tribute, and I like to think he's watching over you! Thanks for entering and good luck! -Liz

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A very touching and beautiful tribute. Great emotion and love for sure. A very poetic way to present his memory as life to live as.


