How can I forget that day
When you and me stared at clay
Thinking that it was calling us
So we ran to shake hands in dust


When our class teacher yelled at you
I also laughed with others too
And so those death looking stares
Told me "you have a war to prepare"


As time passed we grew up to young
The days we spent turned to words on tongue
We knew it's not same as before
But also wanted to sit and talk together


So I came to meet you in surprise
But there was a sudden dark in eyes
I came to know, you were not here
So I ran to meet you in dispair


And here I meet you so long at last
I prepared this much talk to sit hours with you in chat
While coming to see you a whisper was there
But when I turned arround except wind nothing to hear

This was my end of journey from
Remembering our memories to
Standing front of your 'grave,'
Tell me whom I say,
Do you remember those days?
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