Peeking out of the rickety window,
with the wind ruffling my hair;
travelling on the same dusty road,
i had travelled two years back;
i wonder what has changed..
Once there was a plump chap,
with a few butterflies in his tummy;
may be coz he was coming out of
two years of toil,
and hadn't really stayed away from his mommy;
There were fears, there were doubts,
but there also was some pride;
afterall he was into a decent college,
and the most laborious years were by the side;
A strangly new place, the elderly buildings,
and the scorching heat left him gasping for a shower;
but the innocence and purity he had,
was that of a newly blossomed flower.
Today the lad is slightly skinny,
but decent looking and gutsy i guess;
may be coz of two years of pure exhiliration,
far from home, has left him miles away from any stress,
There isn't any fear,also doubts have changed to dreams,
and that pride may have given way to some arrogance it seems;
A friendly place, renovated buildings,
and pouring skies welcome me aboard;
innocent and pure i still am,
believe it or not, i swear to god.
I dig it, man. I'm happy for you. I used to teach HS and I'd always tell the kids, you just got to make it to college. :)
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ReplyDeleteThanks a lot mate.A poetic engineer,sounds quirky,but there are many hidden passions that you discover after coming to college.:)
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