BLACK

You are the start of education,
You are the trade of graduation,
You are the symbol of opposition,
You are the poverty condition,
You are a mark of accreditation,
You are the sketch of creation.
vyshu:-)

The lost moments

The memories, the thoughts has to stay,
The joy, the happiness ,is at its bay.

The rolling drop gathers it all,
Not just a drop to call.

She rips apart your heart,
Digs in the moments of the depart.

Many a thought,many a mind
But not a beam did she find

Its all that she regrets
But the memories never forget

Its dark dark the silence bark
She seeks the lost not the last

Leaving behind are the loved ones gone,
Hurts in ,is a venomous thorn

She looks for the moment u lived,
she lives with the moments u loved.