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.