Now, reluctantly we come to the last few days.
The end of all things, lovely & nice.
A fine four years of fun & frolic;
Times of joy, all so terrific.
A few days later & it will all be over.
Soon from each other, we’ll all be far,
Faces forgotten, voices unheard
Some left behind; some far ahead
Soon, some will court the sweet smell of success;
Destined for some will be failure; nothing less
Some will tread the moderate path
Others will make a name on this earth
Some of us may not see many more days
Of some, there may not even be a trace
Among all those of us who live, though far apart,
Let us be in each other’s heart
– P.C. HASHIR