Rudimental poems
Some of the greatest moments happen when the friends you’ve spent more than half a decade with become the brothers you never had. Not a day goes by where i dont reminisce the memories in Klang High School... The first poem i wrote goes like this, 5 Science 1 Strange yet twisted in its own way, The hills before this class comes to life at day, For that's where we traverse and stray, Five Science One, no buffoonery's kept at bay, As Adam got us all on his band waggon, Follow the leader we did like flying cannons, Even faster than Usain Bolt passing his baton, The anecdotes have become a memory garden, Pens and papers are Tan's forte, Thevaa's the go-to guy for birthday horseplays, Arun might be that one-of-a-kind hombre, Like looking for a needle in a haystack they say, Prasanth and Mogan's jukebox always gladdens, As the banter between Lugen and Ruben never saddens, As cruel as it may sound and at times it maddens, But it...