Class X Farewell Party Poem by Shahid Saleem Butt

Class X Farewell Party
Bidding adieu is like leaving my heart at school;
Saying farewell sounds simple but;
It encompasses all those years of fun, joy, study, friendships,
Craze to surpass, hunting moments to standalone;
The bunks, the whole-hearted times of study, the pretensions,
The color days, the parties, PTMs (Parent-Teacher-Meetings) , and mad pursuit to win laurels;
Labs, library, multimedia hangouts,
And craze to reform humanity;
Troubles my very heavy heart.
Is it something to disremember?

You took first step to refine my toddling spirit,
O my lower-primary, pre-nursery educator,
And passed me on to affectionate nursery and KG teachers;
Who refined my reading, writing and manners' skills;
And passed me on to class one's unending thrills;
Class two was as crazy as my best chum's shrill;
Class three and four were different in bringing real-time venturous trend;
To explore something new in ever changing ventures;
And finally my class five closes upper-primary school adventures.
Is it something to disremember?

Subject specialists satiated our ever increasing thirst in middle school (from class VI to VIII):
And made every period and everyday unique;
With a lot many ingenuities and newness all around;
And pushed us intangibly to high school creativity on footings sound;
To finally show abilities to the world with title 'geek'.
Is it something to disremember?

Now, came my high school teachers to show real world,
Amazing facts and figures put before me to gaze
To find my real-time status in the contracting globe,
And tread my way to life successfully in the chilly out.
Is it something to disremember?

You never bid adieu to nostalgia to overlook school,
And too many days when bathed in this knowledge-pool;
And the spirit-parents who refined soul during all these moments;
From toddling to child to teen to gilded formative years of perfect sooth.
Is it something to disremember?

How can I forget my alma mater, my friends, teachers, staff and madam?
Can I disremember my alma mater, my friends, teachers, staff and madam?
Can I forget games, festivals, charms and delights of being close to friends,
The charms of unending talks, the charms of exploring everyday something new;
How can I?
Can I?
Tell me if you can;
Or sing perfuming unheard of songs for my alma mater;
Be strong!
Hold heart and say, without crying,
‘Farewell, adieu my soul refiner,
Stay blessed with your flag flying'.

By Shahid Saleem Butt