As August does into September meld,
Goodbye parties and last-minute shopping sprees are held.
Be sure that much in advance you have booked your ticket,
Else your university will start, and you will be on sticky wicket.
With much excitement, subjects for the new academic year are chosen,
But spare a thought for those students, who, in time are frozen.
My Facebook feed is filled with pictures of the 'First Day',
To all these dear students, my best regards I do pay.
But pause a while, spare a thought for those parents too,
Whose children departed and their souls to heaven flew.
No bags are packed, no flights booked, excitement does not reign.
Just heavy hearts, of grandparents, parents and siblings, full of pain.
In those houses, that particular child will never graduate,
No cap or gown or degree, for him or her await.
Call it God's will or call it Fate,
Every such student's absence on my heart does grate.
So, in the midst of your own excitement and joy,
Spare a thought for that particular girl or boy.
Even better, say a deeply heartfelt prayer,
Around parental grief, it will become a protective layer.
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