Those last steps towards the Gate., Made me remmber my Couple of Years.! The ThrowBack, the Hidden Me.! !
Those steps made me Cry,
Cry with Love, Cry with Tears,
The Care, the Love, the Joy, the Fun..! ! Will be Missed.! !
I know, I cannot go back and sit on the same seat and Learn, even If I could, I will be known as an 'Ex' anymore!
The virtues, for moving ahead, the rules to be loyal, was taught by Guru's, Idol's and Dignitaries!
I love my College, because I am a Child of that Association for which I was been awarded a 'Best Boy' title.!
I pray to god, to take me a Year back, when I became a 'Leader'
To Guide and Awake.!
People knew me, People praised me., all thanks to you, from the depth of heart with the respct due, sincerely,
I Love you, my college, my life,
A pretty source of Knowledge,
That drops of Love from You.!
Will Be Missed
-Harshit Sheth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love life, life with knoweldge..