All the benches were scribbled with promises...
But all the walls knew...
The future was never new.
They cried and hugged each other,
But did not bother..
For they knew they would remember the memories of being together..
All of them closed the school's door forever ..
And now they were out whatsoever,
No one would ever see each other
But they cared of their future even if friends would be left forever.
Now they came back..
Back to those schoolgrounds,
Those benches and those blackboards,
Nothing was new but
The promises left were few...
They understood what they had missed out through,
Which no one could ever renew..
Which no one could ever renew..
-For all my missed out friends
YOU ARE READING
Memories never FADE
PoetryAn attempt to revise memories of our life's journey.. which are preserved in some corner of our mind and which perhaps never get a way to come out..
