In honour of my college
Maharaja Manindra Chandra College
The sun stood still
Upon my head,
As young when I came to this place;
Feeling a different warmth,
And people's constant gaze.
Love those moments of despair
When none was there, but
The professor's desire; that make you
Aim higher, higher than anyone else,
That makes you love this place.
A year full of love for the subject
And years which I went on hearing them,
Sometimes in night's darkness,
They appear to wake me up
In their favourite dresses.
Library, canteen and the old classes
Where you could find a cat crawling sometimes,
And sometimes the professors appeared
From nowhere, just to remind you -
"Work hard or you'll fail."
The place is old
But full of culture.
It got nothing
But everything in it.
Most importantly, you'll find friends
Who'll be there when you
Are most vulnerable.
And guess what
You'll find a different world here,
Different people with
Different desires;
No, no they won't scare you,
But just will make you fall for it.
Library, the unexplored books,
Classes and their non-functioning things,
Friends and their awful jokes,
Professors and their unmatchable moods;
I'll miss but never forget,
The love I got
From this still
Unexplored Place.
In honour of my college
Reviewed by Sudatta
on
September 06, 2009
Rating: 5