The SOIL transported from heaven,
Was technically blended with CONCRETE,
And so was the STRUCTURE molded,
Of this “Not-so-diplomat” piece.
“One” turned 18 and was dropped in MANIT,
Where METALlic polls lightened the CIVILian’s Street.
And when strength to materials was desired indeed,
A smiling face met another smiling piece.
Every Friday waiting for the movie release,
From the cheapest to Samarth’s treat,
On-paper plans and unplanned meets,
And the day you tried first leg-piece.
Combined studies following combined conspiracies,
Visiting IITs under the name of technical trips,
The special message for just two chocolate fantasies,
Crazy Histories lie behind this beautiful period-piece.
I wish to pen-down these three years,
Layer by layer, and piece by piece,
But certainly this never ending Saga,
Cannot be gripped within a poetic piece.
1 comment:
"I wish to pen-down these three years, Layer by layer, and piece by piece, But certainly this never ending Saga, Cannot be gripped within a poetic piece."
very true .. we can't pen down innumerable experiences especially of the time we spent wid frens, in the same ways what we have gone through .. :) Nicey Nicey poem !! :D
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