16-06-2007 A.D.
With our heads held high and hands held together
Not failing to walk along, whatever be the weather,
Sharing every joy and every sorrow with each other,
Truly we were united like birds of a feather.
Months down the line we will definitely recall
How we were in tandem - all in one, one in all.
However tall may be the painful separating wall
Live with the remnants of our memories we shall.
Even as the time to bid farewell draws nigh
The hands are together and the heads still high.
It's time for each of us to speak our hearts' voice.
It's the time of the year to laugh, play and rejoice.
Note: 'Parting is such a sweet sorrow, That I shall say goodnight till it be morrow'. This poem was written on the occasion of farewell party for my seniors.
