If in this hell of world one can bring a little joy & peace even for a day into the heart of the single person,that much alone is true;this i haf learnt after suffering all my life.......
Friday, 20 December 2013
Monday, 2 December 2013
On a glimpse
Everything
is going beyond
As
days,
They
no longer
As
the time
It
never stops
Duly,
It’s
the time to herald
The
past,
With
the memory
Future,
Of
one,”to be bright”
What
all the things,
We
made was silly
Knocking
the doors
Wontedly
To
sit in the last benches
To
irritate girls
To
sit in the front benches
To
disturb our respected sirs
Don’t
know,
How
the days went past
Never
comes,
The
enjoyment we did
But
still
We
hope, we all together
Worst
are the those days
Where
we quarreled each other
Worst
are the those days
Where
we had jealousy on others
Worst
will be those days
Which
departs from one another
What will happens in future?
What is happening in present?
To
the worldly sense
We
are all together
Reconciling
every moment as
It’s
“last day of my college”.
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