LEARNING LIFE
This day I'm here, while you bid me farewell,
Remembering those days, as my tears dwell,
They taught me whole life, pain and all struggles,
The times I was on cloud nine, life's looped spheres,
From the times I succeeded, to those I failed,
May it be my studies, or be my futile feelings,
They made me realize that life's a garden of roses,
Which is filled with thorns which make me bleed.
The days that broke me, the people those hurt me,
The syllabus of life, with teachers around me,
And the ones who taught me, how to succeed,
The chemistry of life, besides physical chemistry.
These days made me strong, from in and out,
Strong enough to face and survive a drought.
I learnt to be me, and to face it all by myself,
For it is a game of choices, of which I've to choose myself.
Student life teaches a lot. Every experience is a lesson to be learnt.
This day I'm here, while you bid me farewell,
Remembering those days, as my tears dwell,
They taught me whole life, pain and all struggles,
The times I was on cloud nine, life's looped spheres,
From the times I succeeded, to those I failed,
May it be my studies, or be my futile feelings,
They made me realize that life's a garden of roses,
Which is filled with thorns which make me bleed.
The days that broke me, the people those hurt me,
The syllabus of life, with teachers around me,
And the ones who taught me, how to succeed,
The chemistry of life, besides physical chemistry.
These days made me strong, from in and out,
Strong enough to face and survive a drought.
I learnt to be me, and to face it all by myself,
For it is a game of choices, of which I've to choose myself.
Student life teaches a lot. Every experience is a lesson to be learnt.
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