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!