MEMORIES

By Shweta Somnath Langhe

12th class was not just a classroom, It was a memories room,

Which makes the heart bloom.

New days with new stories,

Which made new memories,

And we invented new theories.

Memories of break time,

Made by our group of nine,

Leading each other to shine.

Last bench memories,

With all that amazing stories,

Some with failure while some with victories.

Now we’ll miss each other,

Due to work we’ll not bother,

Hope we’ll meet soon to one another.

By Shweta Somnath Langhe