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 their, 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.