The thirteen days of stay,
and the preparation for entrance.
Walking along the forest weeds-
and turning the pages of 'glance'.
With friends,
mutual than ever.
With studies,
now or never.
Those pre-exams,
and orientations did pass.
We studied with fun-
attending seniors' class.
The fun with dear LMC
and lovely disputes with MG.
The visit to the cafe
and walks with full energy.
The smokes of heaven,
and liquors of the good old shop.
The chemistry between our friend,
and the shop owner's daughter.
The night strides with companions,
the envy for a position.
The support of our elders,
the nature's nourishment.
The mess,
the PG canteen.
The red book,
and the doc jokes.
The hallucination,
and desire for the future.
The last day,
and the program.
The result,
and our feelings.
The air,
and its song.
The tragedy,
of shop owner's daughter.
The tie,
of the marks.
The boast,
of the securers.
The success,
of the failure.
The worry,
of own marks.
The dawn departure,
the struggle for a carrier.
The bitter separation,
still turns out a dream union.
How can I ever forget?
How shall I ever forget?
Gyanendra, Narayan and Devendra;
Rupesh, Sagar and Raj Kumar;
Darwin, Dinesh and LMC;
Briz, Saroj and Manoj;
BabuRam and all who came for a nobel cause.
How can we forget that green,
how can we forget cherishing those memories?
Because we have lived,
and gone through all these
we have had a life
which has been a history
with this time
we are apart
yet
we believe
we have unveiled ourselves
and my deep love
for everyone I got in touch to.
Yes!dear friends-
it's not the end
because the picture's not over yet.
'07bpb ultimate kreations((Rampur edition))
