I walked through the gate of my old school,Seeing myself with my friends, acting cool.But now I am alone and with no friends,My school days are over, the fun just ends.I walked on the path, on which I walk several years ago,Where I smile, laugh and cry but now am that so.Slowly I opened the door of my old class room,Seeing myself fighting with my friends with old broken broom.But now only memories are here with me and I am alone,I wish those good days could come back but they are gone.Suddenly I realize years ago my heaven was here,I see myself talking and murmuring with my friends everywhere.I remember all my friends, whom I met on every sunrise,“I really miss you all”, I said with tears in my eyes.
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Bhat Naiem