Monday, February 27, 2012
Friday, February 24, 2012
An Ode to College Life
Sometimes when I am sitting all alone
I remember the good old college days
When without a tear or a moan
We had our different ways.
Some wouldn't miss a practical or lecture
Some would bunk these for the latest picture
Some came to show off their style
While some came only once in a while
We’d wait when we would be free
To assemble below the gulmohar tree
And get the newest gossip from our class BBC
Not missing a word, so attentive were we
Anxiously waiting for the birthday treat
Another chance for all of us to meet
To live life to the fullest was our goal
Study, make merry not money, was our role
Today when we all look back
We just heave a sigh
Such simple pleasures now we lack
Of the golden days gone by
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