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Pragya GAur Jul 2017
Deepakshi,Mahima,Shivi,Siddhi,Kshma,Shreya,Kanishka
I wish we tie until we die.
Even after death we become ghosts and tie,
I wish even after death we tie.
Those memories together I wish they don't die,
I wish we tie until we die.
Kinshuk,Kartik,Ansh, Rajat, Abhay,Amit,Sahil,Yuvraj,
My brothers I wish we make the strongest bond.
I wish we tie until we die.
Time would pass but memories don't die,
I wish we die until we die.
Lunch during lectures,gossip while teachers teaching, punishment altogether, those morning assemblies.
I wish those memories remain after times flies.
I wish we tie until we die.
Akash and Tanmay of our class are smarties
They solve our fights and our the entertainers.
Deepakshi,Mahima,Kanishka thanks for this adorable friendship of yours.
Siddhi our fights big or small I am sorry for all.
Your friendship gave me many memories thanks for all.
Shivi your caring nature gave me to learn a lot,
Shruti in class I really miss you a lot.
Kshma I love your company sis,
And you will be very successful one day I know this.
Shreya you are a great companion
And a great chatter box.
I love your company a lot.
Kinshuk Amit your are the best brother I got,
and I really love you a lot.
Yuvi Rajat Abhay brothers thanks for the support I got,
And i really appreciate it a lot.
Kartik,Ansh in class you are really missed a lot,
Brothers I really love you a lot.
Thanks for this adorable friendship you all,
I really love it a lot.
I wish we tie until we die
A poem for my dearest friends who made school life wonderful
rainforester Feb 2016
''One who bestows courage
and happiness'', I read
And smiled because
I almost didn't need to look
up the meaning
of my best friend's name
to know it by heart, he's
been gifting me courage
even before I loved him—
''Be yourself, be true''.
And the happiness climbed
creeper-like into my heart
as I felt my way through the
twilight of trying to
understand him,
With no effort on his part.
And he's ripe for exploration—
an enchanted forest, sunlit,
That contradicts the november
chill that descends in the
month he is also named for—
"The holiest one", say the sages,
and I feel no surprise.
There's something sacred about
his transparence, something
spare in a beautiful way,
Like unadorned verses
shattering rainbow-like
against my lips, yes,
He's magic, and I want him
never to forget my name, because
I can't forget his, I can't think
of anyone else when I hear it;
"Kartik" is a spell I long
to learn and re-learn,
backwards and forwards, a
simple litany that melts
iron-grey skies into soft azure,
and misery to fervent
gratitude.
Wr 9-feb-2016

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