FAREWELL....(4 r Welfare)



Well, It feels like we have just entered this place for  Under Graduation...
But it's almost ...
No!!Not almost... It's the actual, formal End...that comes Uncalled!!
For we- The Final years
 Gonna cut cakes,
 Make a few lasting smiles, 
 take  some more snaps together...



A Pessimistic hope that we not gonna see anymore in future or have casual talks as we did this much day...
Nor we gonna snatch our peer's lunch boxes...at the hot 1 pm...
Not gonna be sent out of classes hereafter,, 

No 11th hour Group studies for those Petty Cycle tests
-Under which we did all mischievous things like, 
 *writing poems in answer sheets.. 
 *shading all O's ( seems lil childish) 
 * writing our names a million times in the question paper 
 *seeing the peer writing at rear, with no envious motive., but a caustic look, to embrass them, ..
  Making their inks stop for a while !!! 



Wonder if those bday celebrations I had or rather we had last  year...will be there n future...
Midnight calls..
Surprise gifts..
Blowing candles...
And cutting  
Creamy Cakes
Curled on face..
Chasing one another at faster pace...
 Its the end of our RACE !!!
All mysterious gaze....
 will be annulled with the sun rays...

Wont go for those bees swirling canteens with our chums (having no penny in hands but smiles at lips) 
Buy one drink,but make thousand sips,
Get one dish, and that would vanish ... in minutes..
Share H2O, though you're dying out of thirst...
and hide your faces ,seeing those pedagogues...and PRO's
Squeeze ,,, Jeez....
Its no more at ease...
So,hereafter, We wont freeze
 in their Verbal breeze ...



For 'Morow calls a
 Farewell- a formal adieu !!
At,an Hotel at Junction, where we all met, had fun.. enjoyed ... treated....
&
Tomorrow ends... 
But Thats where
The pangs of separation begins..!!! 

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