Echoes of the past
— Kalyan Kumar Dutta
VKV Kharsang
In a new school, a brand new start,
Yet old faces linger in my heart.
Each student here, so fresh, so new,
But memories of old ones come into view.
I see a smile, a laugh, a glance,
And think of those from a past dance.
A tilt of the head, a thoughtful reply,
Brings back a face from days gone by.
Could it be? No, it’s just a dream,
Familiar echoes, or so it seems.
The way they answer, the way they learn,
Stirs a past that forever burns.
In this room, with faces bright,
Old shadows blend with morning light.
New names to learn, new stories to tell,
Yet old ones in my mind still dwell.
Each time I teach, each word I say,
A ghost of the past might come to play.
But then I blink, and they are gone,
These students here are moving on.
A journey starts with every class,
New memories made, old ones pass.
For though the past will always stay,
The future calls us day by day.
