Choka, isn’t it? ~38C (Growing Up)

I still remember
hidden tears in mother’s eyes
“Take care”, she whispers
A future roommate and I
in half-empty bus
Old driver starts the engine
Sound of exhaust pipe
Red button closes the door
Waving and last look
tears starts streaming down her face
as if it’s the last time
My journey to the unknown
and our first separation

For All Grown Up

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