Stay in touch we say,
Just at the end of May.
But little do we know
Life is like a vast meadow.
Where everyone takes
A different way, full of flakes.
Sad, when the new world hugs us
We turn our back to all that fuss.
That were once music in the earlier stage,
Oh! My friend at the end we all are in a cage
Where emotion nor movement will stay
But all we can do is pray.
Believe me, time will pass
And we realize the loss-
Friends, whom we promised to call;
Two years from now, we become strangers across the hall.