The story started old,
Now, every memories seems like gold,
We were then youthful,
Met each other with feeling not trustful.

Days started rolling,
With buzzing of our timer, till night meeting,
We used to hex on all,
Minds not ready for discipline.
The stories of our morning,
And bunking of daily plan,
We made our own stories,
Which now flourish as memories.

The evenings made us realise,
That paper decides our going outside,
We felt our life was worst,
Waited a lot to be untied.

The lectures of our academic,
Last benchers always suffering a panic,
Exams knocking the door,
We approached subject geniuses for sure.

Few stories of backlogs,
Those nights of endless work,
Some walls still remembers,
Their cigerette's ash work.

Days were lovely,
From trustless we became family,
Our rooms still remembers,
Those moments of tragic and cheer

Years were on motion,
We reached our graduation,
Time made us perceive,
Days of Curse ,
was actually a "Bliss"

We will reach our dotage,
Rocking this world to fullest,
The memories of our journey,
Will prevail till our last breath.

To All My Batchmates
#Batch IMU (2015-2019)
#Collegedays



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