In Memoriam of a Classmate School days of not so distant past, Come and go like spring flowers, with intoxicating fragrant, Suffocating us with the longing for the innocent joys of the paradise lost. Time stretches our memories effortlessly into a light scent, Noticeable time after time, at the small hours of night, To grant quiet satisfaction of knowing that it shall persist. No need for hearty greetings and grand gestures among us, Rather we treasure a thought or two, stories with fewer lines, A faded portrait and images of simple matters. Now we all hear the chimes of the bell and the cries of the hearts, As memories of you come to comfort us with your usual elegance and warmth, Calling us back to the days we shared dreams and hopes……