12 years passed by

12 years passed by,

With some steady steps,

Some strides,

In between, some sprints and some strolls of pure delight

Alas,

No more line-ups at 8,

No more attention to naiveness,

No more blotted white shirts,

No more rigid 8 hour-long schedules,

The identity we made, the identity we know,

Will some of it be shed?

Some, be groomed?

All I hope is we bloom, bloom, and bloom.

Friendships were epicentre of laughter,

Will we be able to maintain them?

Will we be able to locate them elsewhere?

Ugh, a bouquet full of questions,

I think I will gift them to time.

I’ve already given it one,

To congratulate for the answers I got as

12 years passed by.

~Poorvaja

(Context: I recently graduated from high school)