"To whomsoever it may concern,
All those with whom did i learn.
It was a totally different feel,
And I did not know how to deal.
Lots of experinces, lots of love,
Flying around like a sweet white dove.
Started the journey, with the people that meant,
Number of fifty nine, under a small tent.
New faces and a new type of culture,
Each one has a different future,
Which pinches like a unique torture.
At the beginning, dint talk to many,
They looked at me with a face that looked canny.
It was all due to the communication gap,
That is when two people gave me a gentle tap.
Then I had to learn the local tongue,
A soothing song was then sung.
Came a fresh new morning,
In the family then a few more were joining.
A small tour, cleared the patch,
Broken were some hearts and an open latch.
The sharing of ones thoughts,
Was simply like filling the of hearts plots.
The year was a lot more eventful,
Made close & special friends,
Thought of which never had ends.
Went for a lot of tours and trips,
High peaks and deep drips.
Conflicts in dawn, patch-ups in dusk,
Problems were like an elephants tusk.
My gang of four,
Did always bang the door,
Had fun and teased everyone,
Till they pulled their hair and shirts tore.
Danced, roamed and hanged-out together,
Never cared about any kinda weather.
Always at the nearest tea shop,
And not once did the smile from the face drop.
Now its time for the conclusion,
Want to think it as a delusion.
Do not want to leave your hand,
But for the truth, its just sand.
This is what I will say till I die,
'NEVER EVER SAY GOODBYE'. "
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