As i ponder and look back in time,
i cherish the memories that are all mine;
Friends and mates were all my support,
whenever i felt weak,whenever i needed them the most;
Funs and fights created my beautiful world,
and for all this i thank the Master of this world;
But now as the time has come to bid goodbyes,
the whole of my beautiful world dances in my eyes;
I hope this world never withers away,
distances due to time may never part us away.
10 comments:
its beautiful....it describe everythin that goes thru ones mind while movin away from something special n for u its college right now....hmmmmm....so what if u dont shed tears...this proves u r very senti...its reallly good...remined me of all 3 years...write more u good....it rocks....
heeey suprise suprise...i dint know ma little sister...is a poetess...which makes me feel so proud... so beautifully written straight frm heart..with complete innocence...keep up da gr8 work...dear
hey mamta........its really wonderful!!!! it actly says wat we al feel....gr8 work i must say...n plz keep up d gud work.al d best.
Life goes on madam.. its the memories that remain, they make u the person u are..
I hope you will continue to have great support from ur friends, as for friendships do not follow the rules of time and space...
Comin to this poem, its just great..seriously..though i am not very poetic, but there is a "feel-good" thing...u hav portrayed quite beautifully the nostalgia u hav 4 ur college days..
A difficult topic to think about...worse still write....brings bak fond memories whenever the word 'farewell is mentioned'...a little something that just crossed my mind...
When I was in school
Oh..the good old school days;
I do not know why but
I had a desire to get out;
To get out of the study room
To get out of the uniform;
To get out of the morning pray
To get out of the daily dorm;
I prayed day in
And I prayed day out;
To be a little older
To be a little stout;
Ye..god did listen
The benevolent soul;
And I found myself
In a farewell role;
Dressed in my best
Happy as can be;
That is when the reality
Came and hit me;
In a moments twitch
Everything was gone;
From my friends and teachers
To the classes forlorn;
Yes...I as free
But when was I not;
Now I have to roam alone
Under the sun, red and hot;
Now I pray day in
And day out;
To be a little less older
To be a little less stout;
But god doesnt listen
What happened to the benevolent soul?;
As I find myself
In an adults role.
hey mamta...........u a poetess???????......gr8 job dear!!!!!!!!
woaw.....Keep It Up babes!!!!
amazin stuff!!!!
amazing gal u hv such hidden talent . they rock i must say, y dint u gv in coll magazine. well done n kp up d gud wrk
wow!!1little did i know u wrote beautiful verse..its amazing
a real gud 1
didnt kno u write such gud poems
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