5 year old ,best friend cried ,when I left the school
My father, to swim,made me jump into the pool
The bed time stories,my mother ,as she told
Life is beautiful and
magical as the stories unfold
Try as your might, to pass all the semster
The group we studied
less and laughed more
Fickle was the mind, loud was the voice,rebel
Joined very one to change the system ,we fail
May be a little selfish, to fall for a cute guy
In college ,looking at him the days passed by
He smiles and exactly almost there I freeze
And he when calls , almost dead when he agrees
The job I got through , may be totally by fluke
But we were all smart like princess and duke
Having lunch with lame guys, we were so(o) broke
The juniors and farewell that made everyone choke
The day when my mother talked me to meet you
Hates to see someone
strange, out of the blue
First meet, and you hear the chronicles of Jasmin
And I laugh every time on your tale of seventeen
As I sleep and dream, someone writes down my fate
It is going to be beautiful as it was amazing till date
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