One-Day
One day he will pass that road,
where there's a building full of memories old.
A wave of thought will splash his mind,
Will remember some people of his kind.
One day he will cross that gate,
where he was often standing for being late.
He will roam here and there all around,
But will not find his squad on the ground.
One day he will climb those stairs,
Where he often spotted some lovely pairs.
His wet eyes will observe flash for a while,
Will remember those idiots and will give a smile.
One day he will enter that class,
Will smile by seeing those broken window glass.
His ears will sense some weird sound,
Tutors complaining, "Why talking so loud?".
He will observe some benches which were spoiled nicely in past,
But to his wonder, his favorite bench remains LAST.
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