Abid Hasan Hridoy
1st Year, 2nd Semester

It is we, who met in Meet,

Got baffled by your speech.

Your schmooze, smells like scent.

Your wisdom is precious like cent.

You gave us scope-

Turned our brain from scorn to skate.

Grey silk isn’t shy, as you wove them to butterfly.

The time we are having isn’t a scandal.

You no longer a teacher, but a friend-

a sunstone, a sodalite, a sapphire to our stalk.

“Live long and prosper,”

We will miss you the same.