End of University Life...

Life is a creation

A creation of  meetings and departures...

Without  meet  we cannot depart...

Devoid of a departure  there is no meet up again...

So...I have got to leave...

Flowers be required to wither...

But...

A River be supposed to pour...

Forms, ought to return after kissing the shore

So...I am leaving now...

But..

Not like an attender...

Just...like a stranger!