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We earnt a title - the worst,  And... I guess it's fair?  We talk too loud, We laugh at the wrong time, For the wrong things, Making teachers sigh  Like it's a full-time job. But we always manage to  Trick them into smiling  At the end.  It started out awkward, With many feuds opening up. Now it's about to end, As the worst... Yet one of my best Years, With the best friends, and best people. We move on,  As masters of serious nonsense, Ugly comments that shouldn't be funny.  But are. Every. Single. Time. It's chaos, But it's _our_ chaos. And that's what makes it special. A classroom that feels  Like a badly directed movie - No script, no rules, no precise roles But something I still love. We should probably despise who we are,  But apart from the serious misbehavior, A little mischief always makes Everything better. I said I hated 6 C. I swore I'd outgrow it. But now... I've grown on it. Now, the ending's creeping in -  Slowly, but ...

A jasmine flower I planted,  And beside it, a rose plant I grew And I waited for both to blossom -  Watching out for the first bloom.  The jasmine's new leaves began to peek;  But the rose stem remained, empty  and dry -  Oh, all that I did to get it to rise too -  But nothing that worked - it was ever shy. The jasmine plant grew taller,  But the rose stem remained; with no new heed -  I strived to get it to grow, spent all my time  But it didn't; despite flashes of sunlight and water tides.   The jasmine plant started budding,  But the rose stem remained; how much more time?  I dedicated my time to the introverted rose  I just couldn't put that plant aside. The jasmine flowers blossomed, with a beautiful scent  But the rose stem remained, despite my attempts; As I muttered about the stubborn plant, still I strived  To get the stem to grow - wanting so badly for it to thrive. Many days passed, and the rose s...

 It's been 3 years since we left primary And 3 years have never felt emptier  Without your lessons, your smile and your laugh  That made learning much easier.  Words could never describe the joy  You brought to us - your most loyal students  So I will try my best, one more time  To present to you a heartfelt poem. You made learning a game -  Not a chore,  You added confetti To what was thought a bore, Somehow you made our hard days better -  Just by saying our names right. You gave attention to everyone,  And everything -  You told us even a small dot (.) and a small comma  Have great significance. You saw potential  Even in the circus of our class  Before anyone else did. Time will move on -  New classrooms, new desks, new versions of us. But your voice will always echo  In the moments we choose kindness  Laughter  In the moments we try again  In the courage to raise a hand ;  Even ...

  The sky is our past. It holds the light  Of millions of years ago. The sky needs a few thousand years  To tell us what actually happened; So we have to show the sky our patience. That means the sky will live longer;  No, the sky will always live. And the sky we will always love - Its beautiful canvas  That changes its shade constantly  In the morning, lit by the blaze of the sun  In the evening, streaked with beautiful  Pink and orange  In the night, the moon reflecting the sun  And dotted by miniscule stars. Sometimes punctuated by  The much elegant but bubbly clouds  But the speciality of the night sky  Is that it exhibits ancient starlight. It takes time to open up  And sometimes, not all secrets are  Meant to be shared.  But all secrets will be revealed one day  Even if a thousand years later.

Hello, 2026,  What do you have for us?  We're all optimistic -  And we're almost experienced. I'm ready for the long list of resolutions  That will either last a week or fade away. I've met your predecessors -  Big titles, a promising index  But the font becomes smaller and less denser  As the pages turn.  And I hope that this time,  The chaos is funny  The change is useful  The evolution is forwards. You don't need to be perfect -  We just need enough light to find Our lost things Ourselves And our people.  Without panic.  But anyways, I'll try again -  A new journal, new diary,  New planner, a neater handwriting -  It wouldn't hurt to try, even if I might fail. But make sure to knock first  Before barging in - I prefer a slow fade in  Rather than a flash.  And however it goes,  Please give us a good story,  Lots of happy memories,  And the best of friends.  Dear 2026...

  Once they were friends, adored each other Drifted apart as one rose much higher  And the other remained, a dutiful villager;  But he never would forget the times together. But as the days wore on, not much was left  And the villager decided to meet his old friend But along with that, he was sent with a quest;  To ask for some help, and some money to lend. And so he left, with nothing but some beaten rice;  Oh, how worried he was; that wasn't enough  But it's all they had; and it's all his friend liked; It had to be done, although it seemed rough. And after a long journey, he finally reached -  The King (his friend) was delighted; a surprise greet! Overwhelmed with joy, the poor villager forgot his intentions,  As they reminisced their pasts; oh, what fun!  But the King noticed the little bag packed with beaten rice,  And innocently asked his friend what it was.  With a flash of memory, the villager presented the rice,  A...

  It was a bright day, so many great things I could've done. But unfortunately, my mom decided to drag me to a random award function she was going to ("You're not going to do anything at home anyway,"). I reluctantly went behind her and fumed as she picked the second row.  "Can I sit at the back?" I asked.  She just randomly shook her head and mumbled indistinct words and pointed at the stage (something she always does when she doesn't know how to react, non-chalantly). I sighed, and flopped down next to her. We waited about 30 minutes (which I spent peeking at my mom's phone while she stared at her phone), and then a man climbed on to the stage, followed by another man, and then two women. They were all smiling, as they came, but who knows, they were probably wishing to have stayed home to scroll and text their friends (hint, hint). And then the emcee/host came to the mic and introduced the people on stage, who grinned broadly and joined their hands...

Lightning is that which intimidates,  But thunder is that which wishes  To follow lightning.  That is to say,  Thunder follows lightning's path,  But reaches a different destination.  But thunder can be far more intimidating -  You don't need to see it to believe it.  But aren't we told to not blindly believe  Whatever we hear?  For all we know, the "thunder" we heard,  Could just be the bark of a very large dog.  But lightning is something we see - But can we believe everything we see?  Perhaps the lightning is just  The lights, somewhere in the sky  Fluctuating.  But if we can't rely on thunder  Or lightning  What if they're both played together?  Though thunder always follows,  Never leads or walks beside,  Surely, we can believe  If we see it, and hear it.  But how great could the coincidences be?  No, to believe it, you must feel it -  And not just a mere ink...

  Let's get started.  Pick the next line:  You mean I need to choose?  You'll do just fine -  That is NOT true -  Whatever, pick the next -  I CANNOT DECIDE .  I mean why not?  That's my flawed side.  Oh, ambiguous, are we?  Sure, just pick a line for me. Is this turning into a poem?  It better be!  Why can't you decide on one answer?  What if one is better than the next?  Don't think too much about possible blunders -  That is exactly why I fret.  You can't not have an opinion -  But that's how it is.  You should really change -  It's not my fault I'm indecisive.  Think about it, I'm used to heat, but at the moment  I can use some cool But I can survive in the Sahara if I have to But I'll suffer in cold rooms, I might even solidify  But now, the heat is a bit hard to bear  But I'm afraid, the AC might get too extreme -  ALRIGHT, I understand, it's pretty hard to ...