Semester three was the last!

Semester three was the last! 

Semester three was sadly the last!

No more classes makes it the last!

After all we lived together;

After all we shared;

Let’s not say “Goodbye”!

Let’s not shed tears;

Let us have another sigh;

From another old precious time.

Let us then celebrate,

The cherishing path we once drew,

Under a blanket of stars,

Carrying every single moment,

With tens and tens of hopeful hopes.

Semester three was the last!

With wonderful classmates,

And wonderful professors,

In a wonderful room.

Semester three was sadly the last!

No more classes makes it the last!

It is hard to accept;

It is difficult to believe;

It is impossible to forget.

The tongue gets dumb;

The words cannot tell.

Semester three was the last!

I witness an amalgam of feelings,

Coming down as snow on the high mountains.

I feel a cold coldness embracing my heart,

Unable to utter a single word.

Semester three was the last!

I stopped for a while!

Wondering like a little bird in the sky.

Where am I heading?

Classmates would I lose!

Impossible!

Professors will depart!

O’ Allah, can’t believe it!

No!

Culture, we discussed;

Linguistics, we learnt,

I missed you already!

I miss you guys!

Semester three was the last!

Gone are the wonderful presentations;

Gone are the eye-opening covered topics;

Gone are the heated debates;

Flavored with different perspectives.

In the twinkling of an eye.

The MA of Culture and Linguistics is coming to an end!

Guys,

Keep the shining suns lightening your heart!

Keep the glittering stars dancing within your souls!

Keep the beautiful moon asleep in your nights!

Semester three was the last!

Let us not say “good bye”!

Facebook connects us!

Let us say “Tomorrow we meet,”

For another historical event,

To celebrate another moment,

To enjoy another cherishing path,

Filled with sincere feelings,

To recall the engraved love!