Well, this short poem is dedicated to all my friends who are getting nostalgic with the thought of leaving the college….
Here it goes….
These days meant a lot to me,
no boundaries and the life was free.
These days were full of colors,
was enjoying all the flavors.
These days under the Banyan tree,
me and my friends gossiping with glee.
These days spent in harmony,
where only affection came first and not money.
These days spent bunking classes,
enjoying every moment in masses.
These days of birthday bashes,
all test papers burnt to ashes.
These days of smile and fun,
shall never return with the life on a run.
These days of feud and fight,
sending a sorry by the night.
These days of slow pace,
shall be now transitioned into a fast race.
These days will be remembered for a lifetime,
even in a routine with no time.
These days spent consoling a friend,
everyone had to experience this trend.
These days of giving a nickname
comes to my mind frame by frame.
These days of spending good times,
ending with melancholic chimes.
These days started with instances of fears,
ended up with moments of tears…..