Clarians ReUnited

Sitting at the cubicle resting at my room,

Sometimes washing clothes, sometimes with broom.

With No friends and Family around ,

only people peeping at your accounts..

I sit at wonder , beautiful were those days

when we had friends with beautiful thoughts &

helping hands, helping everybody in their own ways.

Times have changed and we all have been caught

with an everlasting webbed knot,

Same are the friends , same are the people

we only have an extra cubicle…..

A cubicle which has separated us from all…

Stronger & mighter than our physical tussle during school hour..

With this wall we have lost a lot…

money , profile and staus have replaced all….

I pray to god please bring back those days…

i want to go back to school cycling ways

Bless my friends wherever they are…….

Just ask them to remember me

when i’am gone , when i’am gone !

 Love,

Gurpreet !