Alma maters
I’m going there once again
I’m so excited and happy about,
But my heart is feeling some pain
Should I go there; staring at the gate, I doubt!
Finally I’m here.
Pale and withered leaves are scattered,
But no one to appreciate their beauty; I fear
Tired of waiting, hence they lay shattered.
As I walk down the aisle
My heart seems lost;
In my memory file,
Searching a reason to smile without a cost.
Further ahead I found the stairs
Which lead to my holy destination.
Tears dropped, with a feel of how much it had cared
But then we failed to recognize, the god’s best creation.
Leaving the front I walk down the street
Seeing my favorite place
I remember how it was a big treat!
Wishing them and then commenting at their every pace.
Ahh! I’m nearby the lg ‘the love garden’
Ya, you heard it right,
Merged in shock teachers do pardon.
Well I must say it still remains a beautiful sight.
Now I’m standing at the centre;
To my right is my 8th ,
Where I got my life’s best mentor.
And then I look straight, where resides the luckiest date.
Crossing a few Ashoka tree,
Where we met the unknown,
And where the happy moments were not free!
The canteen, ‘our Adda’ is still not grown.
Turning back from there
Sometimes work and sometimes fun it was,
Coming there twice in a week was just like a current affair
‘The labs’, where the time sped and often pause.
Walking few more steps to my left.
Is a place full of excitement,
But not for all …. Some of you might feel bereft,
Our cycle stand had witnessed a lot of resentment!
Leaving this behind I see myself running
Just a peep at my left, I continue my marathon
Finally I’m there, where the beauty is so cunning!
Just In a spilt second, your heart……it has won.
The grounds are not just mine,
They are everybody’s possession.
The fields have tasted the wine
Even in the days of recession.
Now I walk a little slow
Because nearby is my God
Where with all the respect, you bow.
And then the wishes are granted by the mighty lord.
Now again I come at the same place from where I started;
The moment is heavy again
Because its years when I had been parted.
But then I step out…. As those laughter, tears, fun, confidence…. I can’t regain.
