And sheltered hopes of love
The freshly peed pants!
The love-ly kissed cheeks.
No, no! They weren’t the good times.
But it is right now,
After an unknown rite of passage
In my candle-like short life.
I miss the times being high
When present moments make me low
When friends become fake,
And loves become sake.
The sweat-shed won trophy dusted
Certificates wrinkled meaningless
The heartfelt helped person forgets
And life ends with the forsaken dreams.
I wish to see you all after my BBExam! :) Good Days!