The last time...
There were one, two, three, and four
And way too much to explore
There was melody in the sun
And a very slow run
There were stories and tales
Smooth and rough trails
Woven but smelly threads
Some not so real trends
Flavours new and old
Walls with stolen gold
New faces with colors old
And old faces with new folds
Some minutes of solitude
And positive attitude
The late-night talks
And very noisy walks
Moments of dreams came true
Souvenirs we sew
Happiness made me cry
I just don't know why
Now this is a sad rhyme
Because it was the last time.
The most memorable school trip! "Class of 2024"
Gwalior diaries!!!!












