At life's crossroads we met,
Since then years have been spent....
This bidding will not be with tears,
But with music that will play for years.
It will be the music of laughter,
Chirping voices,running feet that together have
the journey sauntered;
So when we look back,
It will be of the happy times and the jokes
that we have cracked.
The unfolding of events,
Sitting for the examinations with our backs bent,
Seeing the same old faces,
Will be gone and now will come the challenging
Life is a ride.
We have to accept what it gives with pride.
If it means parting with friends,
It also means the duty of
by Srestha Gupta