Real happiness is being with friends,
These last few days of college life
Will never come back whatever this life
Takes to endow new things as per the trends;
I am gonna miss the days of laughing
Aloud in the classroom and disturbing
Every cute soul inside my nifty class;
Now I have in my hand an hourglass,
Its contents will run down stiff as the time passes
Without giving second chances to refine the losses.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem