I try to speak,
and there is none to hear.
I try to tease,
and there is none to bear.
I try to criticize,
and there is no target!
I try to recollect,
and there is none to forget.
It was joy,
it was fun.
To meet you, know you,
all of you, one by one.
To share with you,
ice-cream and nuggets!
Rooms and assignments,
joys, sorrows & secrets.
Now that you aren’t around,
as is the course of nature.
We will be friends,
friends, for all future.
The hearts melted,
and thus spake.
It was the last meet,
the last handshake!
Insha’Allah! we’ll meet again,
with good new surprises.
With some untold secrets,
and some unkept promises.
It was the last meet,
the last handshake!
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