Hooting, laughing and the prank, Evening, at the lake bank. Water as table, umbrella of tree, Peculiar celebration, consist of three. In an another world, they lost, But the sun knocks, as a host. Hurry up please,it's time to depart, It sounds horrible, from all apart. Hearts connect with an invisible wire, And the guitar string, adds fuel to fire. No one displaces from the seat, Perhaps, it is the last meet. How moments fly, Often makes us cry. ~ Priya Mishra. #AtTheLast part-2