It is crowed, but still alone
It smells as if you all are here
But it is only the shadow of yours
I realize, why you all are smelling here
Because it is the memories which lasted here
Yes, it is a classroom of ours

The voices are still reflecting on this wall
Vibrating itself into my ears
With my staring eyes full of tears
I feel, I lost you with no choices
But I realize memories are never lost
Yes, it is a classroom of ours

My mind search you in this room
My heart wants to love you in this room
But only I feel, is yours vibrating amazing sound
I think I am suffering now
The addiction of this amazing sound
The only means to live long in this room
Yes, it is a classroom of ours
Yes, it is a classroom of ours
                                              
Umesh Ghimire