The matter in my skull remains pregnant
Ladened with memories
Memories of those years gone past yet so significant
The yesteryears we all remember like we can still touch, feel and see
Gladly remembered with much nostalgia
Inspired by thy names and words
I broke my water
Shall I then not give birth to a few words?
For we were lads and lasses
Led most of our lives in our distinct classes
Our haven; our home
With our friends we sought solace and asylum
By no small measure
Brothers and sisters we became
And in leisure
Friends we remained
Inspection water in the jungle
I still remember
Seeking freedom from skippos
School bags became mobile lockers
What a bond we shared
A bond like no other
For our fates were sharpened by each other
By our dears and those we feared
Why should I leave our dining out
When with pure joy and gaiety we'd shout
'Mimi rere mi do' at the sound of the siren
With all roads leading to the dining?
Our impending separation only dawned on me
As we wrote our final exams
Slumbooks we'd fill
Hoping to keep our memories warm
Like divergent rays from a light-bulb
Hot and hurt as we separated
We spread across the world
I hope-in one way or the other-your path you've illuminated
shakir
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