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”.