When i left my school…

when i left my school,
i lost that fresh air…..,
i lost the fragrance of friendship,
charm chums went away……………

still that tree is there …
beside which we used to sit and chat,
still that breeze is there…,
which brought the fragrance of nearby plants,
but we are not there to enjoy it………

we scattered like dry leaves,
from there breeze took me to world,
where i felt so lonely,
no chums and charge………..
out of spirit in the world,
free from birds and trees….
where breeze doesn’t have soothing smell,
where raindrops never chat with clouds…..

sometimes fate appears like a billow,
which sweeps off everything,
Now I’m a merchant who came to know,
that lost stone is a diamond,
one which is lost for ever…………….