College the Lost Valley
It was a valley of flowers,
Having different colors,fragrance and feels,
Like butterflies fetches sweet in the garden,
We gathered there to fetch the sweetest wisdom of life.
Dancers were there,
Jokers were there,
Saints were there,
Poets were there but for single purpose.
In the deepest corner of my heart,
I pamper those sweet memories,
And fetches again those
Sweet moments from with in.
When my heart is filled with sweet memories
Which always reverberates in my ears,
Then it spills out and starts ,
Dancing with butterflies.
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