What a time has come
It seems like no more fun
We entered this class
With no charm.
And now, when we depart,
We count every single second of hour,
Spent in this prestigious class.
Life is too short,
How time passed by… no one got to know
Gloom never showed its face
But it was charisma of happiness
That mesmerized juveniles at every instance
We mimicked, we cried,
We fought, we mocked,
We danced, we fell,
At times became the attention-seeker
And enjoyed every flash of time…
Oh! I wanted to capture every single minute
I want to pen down every single sensation…
Some found new soul mates…
Some welcomed friendship…
While some, ‘Tussles’
Is it our class’s aura?
Or our persona?
That unfurls tender bliss…
The Story of our class-
Teachers call it ‘A FABLE’
But I call it ‘A RECITAL’.
They call us ‘LAZYBONES’
But dear teachers, we are always ‘IN FORCE’
They call us ‘DISGUSTING’
‘Cause we are endowed with the lips that keep on ‘CHATTERING’
Will be a landmark of ‘AMITY’
Which our dear teachers commonly say ‘UNITY’
With every single memory we embed
We move on
To come across new journey, new facets…
Wherever the journey of life takes us
We yet stand there,
Consider being the same old student of the past year
And recall the fun we had,
The moments which we immortalized…
For the time may come and go, but memories will always be endured!
- Sudipta (:
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