We can't help it but cry,
when we realise we will not come back to our BITS again
Cry and Cry till the eyes become dry.
Stare at the clock tower and at the temple, for we might not see them again.
Feel the cold, catch the dust,
We miss everything there.
The C-Lawns, the Anc, the C'not
the Oasis, the ShivG and the QT too.
No MB visits till late 11
No Gate calls from now on,
No more one night batting..
no more latcha sessions...
What a life this is..
without my wingies...
what a life this is...
without BITS...
4 comments:
thts very true ...
sweet poem in fact..
BITS showed me wht was life.. feeling really sad tht i will be leaving this place..
Miss U BITS..
yeah. still if i try to recollect those times..i do cry... :(
Nice! But a few ppl like me end up here yet again! Not trying to mock :P but its always good to move on dude!
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