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A Friendly Exoneration

Twinkly bunch with loaded school bags Ambition injustice and itching their backs, Cunning those faces in front of the gate Heedful pupils well-chosen apparently late. A fistful primary breeziness Shared with smiles, tears and silliness, Together they brawled, together they fiddled At times they often complained to be differentiated. Kiddo little minds and parents appeared unjustified They cried, they blamed and they lazed, Loaded by books and rat raced tutelage They pass by a very dignified teen-age. Out from the custody of cynosure Together they stepped towards Lyceum liberty, Few were classed and few remained united The formers became edified and rests were unidentified. A masked – small compliments and the evening aloha The river side sunset appeared to be ambiguous – A fiesta time boogie and the overnight cockeyed At times such occasions made them to blab out their twinkly time. Grown up as buddies and with time they rationalized Affairs, status and outlook made them more gratified, Traits made them parted and one cried in solitary The formers humiliated the frailer and the frailer remained solely. Lost in their computations, explores and technological justifications Few carried out degree uprightly and few were abased shamefully, Bucketed with knowledge, numbers, meetings and self-worth They neglected those twinkly smiles who were grown up with assorted life. Few became responsible and few got hold of ménage Few were invited and rests seemed out of the sight. Hearsays few get together known to be friendly trinity Yet there also they lived with different hierarchy. Left away life they sacrificed the age of assorted life One who lived with it can now front the barbarous life. They lost themselves to their twinkly buddies’ mobilization Upcoming in their lives they will surly come by friendly exoneration. Dated: 18/01/2010

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