And then
The day is done.
Morning felt surreal,
But the night is cruel.
I look back,
And I fear.
How now the future,
Would appear.
Day by day,
The weight keeps growing,
On my heart and mind.
These years are the definings,
Of the life that i have.
But how will i define these years,
When i don't know what comes,
Tomorrow or the day after.
I'm afraid of the life's mystery box,
I keep running around,
But find no treasure.
Only hunt,
And so blunt.
So blur,
Ah girl!

I miss the blue sticker,
On my rear and front cameras.
I miss going to the school,
That I went after graduation.
I miss my teachers,
Who I called sir/maam.
I miss my batchmates,
Who became my friends.
The banter we had,
In the land that's not ours.
Competitions and celebrations,
And the demands that we had.
The past two years,
Of Learning & Training,
How can I forget it all.
I feel proud that I belonged there,
Where we make India proud.
Some part of me still belongs there,
And I'm so glad I was there.