I never believe in ceremonial formality
As there lies the sublime truth in eternity
We know these were words like ‘welcome'
And ‘farewell' fulfills the value of activity
Still we never try to realize this reality
Our mind an eternal storehouse
Never allows the happenings
To go astray
Body may manipulate the action
But thought never changes its base nor betray
Sometimes my school days come
Inside my hearty home
Pricks me, takes me to old
Naughty days
My innocent friends, their chubby dobby mischief
My meaningless cries, their laugh
Make me giggle with the past
When I sit in my room silently
My college days crawls happily
Capture me emotionally
Questions me trickily
To face the happy and sad days bravely
The smiling face of my professors
The honest guidance of them
The trust they had over me
The support I had of them
My lovely relation with my classmates
Will awake my heart all the way
The strong bonding with my seniors
Is still alive today
Friendship with my darling juniors
Will never fade any way
There exists no contingency
To call the bygone
But here the pictures will always stay
As the sweet roll on
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