I have never felt so weak in life,
Seems as if someone is cutting the strings through a knife.
I have been so close to you all,
Through the internet, message and call.
I knew this day will surely come,
But never imagined that God’s decision would be so firm.
At first when I joined the school,
I found everything to be so beautiful.
Days passed enjoying all day long,
Dancing to the tune of even a ridiculous song.
Those little suggestions made things clear;
Each one of you has been so dear.
Class works, home works, projects-all done together,
Submission dates did not matter.
All sorts of activities have been so much fun,
And so have been bunking them with reason being none.
Classes never seemed to get over,
But once we got a free period, hands of the watch seemed to run faster.
Although we spent most of the time in the washroom and sickroom,
There were permanent seats for everyone in the classroom.
Now that you all are leaving,
I think of all the love I have been receiving.
No more fights, no more advices,
Days won’t even start with a sunrise.
Rest of my school days are going to be boring,
Cause without you all, school life is nothing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nostalgic thought finds a beautiful poetic presentation in the poem, thanks for sharing.