Posted by IMRAN AHMAD on Sunday, June 3, 2012,
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POEM
I am standing on a juncture One goes to friends, one goes to futureI am abashed which to be choosedFor future, friends have to be loosed Now I remember the days of schoolLaughing in assembly, pushing them in poolReading magazines in the textbooks
In the classroom, chatting on facebook
Slapping friends for the silly things
In the kingdom of fun, we were the kings
Teasing girls and flirting with them
Never thought about life’s AIM
What we did we never bothered
We never obeyed the teachers order
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