The year had finally come...
the year where we separates...
the year where we go our own ways...
there is nothing more I can do...
but only to weep at the facts...
but before that, I have a confession to make...
I shall put it in a poem so that all of you can understand it and...
grasp the meanings behind it!!

Birthday parties used to be fun,
until clowns came around.
All dressed up in their polka-dot dresses,
not forgetting their big red noses.
They are such a lousy entertainers,
scaring the lives of innnocent creatures.