For one last time....

The red bricks, the wooden decor

The challenge CPs or the classes that were bore

The auto rides, the broken legs

The D formation, the pics that we snapped

Hitting the clock with colourful chalks,

The senti speeches by we all folks

The ID lectures and the monkey’s paw

The T-nite debacle that’s best lost in awe

The accents around, with emphasis on “RIGHT”

The sleeping beauties and the dreams that took flight

The running from mess, the closing of doors

The occasional classes where even our spirits sore

The fight for back seat or for Thita’s side

Mamu’s verdict on those we actually did bide

The toy problem, the flapping wings

There were some teachers we shall always miss ;)

The several stories that saw the day....

Although many heartbreaks which also came by

But what would remain with us, are these inseparable bonds

The friends, the songs, the sentiments abound...

For one last time, I walk through this class

For one last time, I try to encompass....

The feelings of something amiss, that will linger around

Haunting for days that have no count....

For one last time, let me embrace..

For one last time, let me accept

For one last time, I do confess..

The love for WIMWI I do profess