It’s time to cry,
It’s time to fly, A time to say good bye.
Thy acquaintance with me,
Thou shalt compare with sea,
My heart’s filled with glee.
Thy hast an ability,
That creates an affinity,
Which stays for eternity.
Thy memories that I cherish,
Is knowledge I accomplish(ed),
For life, I will relish.
Thine place for books,
By itself is a gook,
No one shalt abrook.
Given time is small,
Destiny has a different call.
The call of duty,
Or a mind that was faulty,
For I delayed opening thy treasure booty.
Here I lay,
A regret to the delay,
I wish for a replay.
Replay is hard to get,
It is better to forget,Soothing myself, I am all set.
It’s time to cry,
It’s time to fly,
A time to say good bye.
By,
Saranya Ramanujam
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