THAT CALL

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.

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