In Remembrance of Those Cherished Memoirs

A gush of wind blows past
The barren land of lost thoughts;
Blowing away with the fruits of tommorrow,
The reeking past still beckoning!

Smoke from the dying fire
Rising high, wanting to be seen,
The cackle still resounding
Along the unknown paths trod by the lost nomad.

Shards of broken memoirs
Trying to join together,
Only to be made obliterable
By the harsh wand of destiny!


---- alas! the four resplendent years of graduation life (most importantly, hostel life) has ended all of a sudden....