Full of innocence, to the brim
A kid who didn't know him,
Walked a couple of hundred meters
St. Thomas Hall, MCC destined to be his future.
The very first day
Rolling on the grass,
Initiation came his way
establishing a statement of class.
He had to soon acclimatize
With seniors double his size,
Red eyed heralding their cry
Having a ball first year went by.
Trying to potray the MCC identity
Next year came along, granting seniority,
A total transformation in the entity
Simplicity learned, paved way for slight maturity.
Life made much more easy
Like a stone, infinitely lazy,
Before the year ended, the chase started
Materialistic and self appeasing ambitions parted.
In a mix of satisfaction and frustration
Came to an end second years ride,
Cut strings, added some in continuation
The feeling of being senior most gave pride.
In the craving for a higher altar
Ended up shooting, at the star,
Life like a trip, time flew
What to do next had no clue.
Three years had transformed him a lot
Now with a handfull of days to pass,
The experience, gave way to more thought
Found the answer to who he was.
5 comments:
Abbe LKB! Blog shuru karke batata bhi nahi hai!!!
Nice poem though. Discovered yourself yet? :D
Ya m out of the flash or getting out of it.. MCC was heaven no place better though..
ohh jana sry didnt tell u didnt c u online.. ya ve discovered myself to an extent to which i would not ve if i had been elsewhere..
* LOL! Yeah - I am speaking in tongues. Mr. Wild, for your information that was more delhi-speak than bombay. :D
* Chill Aashim, was simply pulling your leg. Planning to join college or still sticking onto the home for a year plan?
and what is the answer?
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