CLASS OF EIGHTY TWO

I know these moments of joy and sorrows,

They’ve dug a hole deep as a burrow,

To enjoy is all there is to do 

And it’s sad to greet a bid-adieu 

A bid-adiue to the class of dreams,
Is a big step towards being free.

Yet this free is not for long, 

The can’t fly without a song

The song of dream, the song of hope,
the thread of courage to help us cope,

Every journey needs a new start,

But I wish for this to always last.

So here we stand, both glad and blue,

Grateful for all that we’ve been through.

Though paths may part, our souls will bind,

In memories cherished, in hearts combine

• Unnav Poddar