March

 It was loud and annoying,

the whistle, the beagle

though a part of us followed the rhythm,

moving sometimes almost at the sound.

with the hustle and bustle, 

all coming to a halt,

the sound travels loudly and clearly

with every melody filling up our hearts

we hummed along.

we all knew it was six.

feeling both excitement and grieve

we just wanted to be free

every muscle in our body fatigue

and weary from unending activities

along the line, 

we found the beauty in diversity,

we found peace and friendship, 

love, and companionship,

perhaps, cruise and insha Allah,

within the four walls 

where all you do is wrong,

we had fun,

have our hearts broken

it was no longer annoying,

just simply now amusing 

filled with memories,

and sound, we would give anything to hear again

from the beginning, 

to the change in the tempo 

through to the slow but quick end.