The weather is foul today
As if they sense the agony
Of separation from a group
Which was more than a family
With love and respect they passed
So many months together.
One by one now they return
To their home, to parents
Leaving the place for ever
Came to study for a rosy future.
They would never be back again
But the sweet memories they left
Would speak for themselves.
All looked tensed and sapped
Gazed with teary eyes still
United in minds they are
Only separated by distance
Meaningless is life in their absence.
The row of rooms stand in silence
To moan the exodus of its occupants
They are the trainees of B.Ed
With us a sweet relation they made
Saltora was a new place to them
Now a bright career what they aim.
The hostel looks like an empty vessel
That tells a melancholy tale
As strangers they arrived to stay once
Then with us grew their relation fast
Now in deep core of my heart I feel in plenty
Life is tasteless without its human beauty...
