The term has ended
For the last time we stand together,
With robes adorning us
And hats in midway flight.
Each to their separate ways,
Towards the unknown future.
Some towards reunion;
Some, to separate.
To embrace this desolate landscape
And fill it with wonders,
And leave our marks in this sea washed shore
Where our footprints, wash away constantly;
But those beach walks will linger on
In form of vague memories.
We have charted our three years mission
And more awaits our revealing.
These little experiences, together, we have overcome
In future, will ensure our prevailing.
Then, a ‘thank you’ may be far away,
But a grin will rise, to honour these glorious days.
Until there be no foot to impress prints in the sand,
And all our footprints washed away.