Few years since
Wailling for mom's lap, we came
Sat in nursery class
Unknowing the tongue, we lame.
Today, after decade stay
Longing for pal's claps, we depart.
Sat in sorry mood, nothing to say
Unwilling, but inevitable, we part.
Some exchange friendship cards
Other laugh together,
While some in fragile mood
Sat in class X room.
Longing the days to back
Shed tears to fill the sack.
Evantually, though longed not to part
All bid adieu.
Herojit Philem
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