Recollecting those days,
Remembering that place,
Which gave us our base,
And where umpteen memories were made.
From nothing to something,
From something to everything,
We got it all there.
From friendship to trust,
From trust to faith,
There, all these values we've gained.
The memories we've gathered,
The moments we've shared,
With any monetary value,
Cannot be measured.
Setting an example of unity,
Giving teachers' a feel of jealousy!
Together taking a stand,
No matter what situation brought to our hands.
The seed of friendship we then sowed,
Was well pampered,
And that's how it still grows.
A sea full of memories,
An ocean full of love,
Those days gave us everything,
To them, we owe.
We reminisce them with amazement,
As those days still have that fragrance!
It won't be an overstatement,
If we call them as The Days Best Spent!
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From The Pen Of MYSTERIOUS MANSI
Poetry***Unedited*** 'She's the words she pen, She's the one with no pain, She see world through different eyes, Happiness all over is what she finds, Smile is something always plastered on her face, All thanks to GOD, It's him on whom she's full faith.' ...
