My Last DaysA Poem by Sumit Ganguly
Last few days at school,
where saplings grew as flowering plants, aroused sentiments and camaraderie, friends became relatives, teasers- mates. . First and last day in college, turned to be morning to noon. Diffident souls of first day left as inflated balloons, being wiser and bolder to fathom the sky. Memory laden last days are deciduous trees, We rejoice when it's green again. 3rd March 2017
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Added on March 3, 2017 Last Updated on March 3, 2017 AuthorSumit GangulyKolkata, South Asia, IndiaAboutDevoted to writing. Occupation-Retired. more..Writing
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