UET Memories - Poem

 
Let us pause the passing seconds...

Let us merge the contrasting emotions..


Sense of victory, yet feeling lost..

We've won but at what cost...


Divided by destiny, like departing routes..

United by hearts, like library roundabout..



Divided by cities, the wandering souls..

Gelled by thoughts, the glittering golds...


Cramming the syllabus, craving for tour...

Worth the fuss, the exams' fever..


The sleepy days, the waking nights..

There's nothing like the hostel sights..


Don't cry because its descending over..

Let's smile, because it happened, forever..

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