OOZING THROUGH MY VEINS

Oozing through My veins

After a Sunday night head,

On a Monday morning we let outset.

A journey from darkness to light

Cherished we make the courses so bright.

At the very main entrance I stand,

the loyal guide beside it I see.

That long drawn path to the class,

That fragrance wafting from the trees bloom,

The garden benches with the tree benches & the love stories-

written on them.

The gallery crowded or lone, where love, friendship & bonds were

made,

Cafeteria and Canteen where even the

Wealthy becomes poor by funds, both become rich by tummy.

Your crush mingling with another gal or boy!

The white house, never white, always bright with emotions,

Halls, o' the gripping and grasping seminars arise.

Library, great minds found solace, some never visited.

Comp. lab noted at the last sem, staffroom peeped or side-eyed.

Office always busy, the favorite for ones-

with no id, short attendance and mobile fines.

The classroom, great aroma, 3 years of all mischiefs,

One puff for boys flock and one lollipop for girls flock.

Mass bunking, gangs with valorous gossips, copied tests,

Lasting projects, watchful lectures, random questions,

Funny fights, grouped lunch box, pranking chunks,

Day dreaming fun, chocolates at back bench,

Back bench snaps, long naps, the best ever tour

And the end exam.....

When the truth of life kissed me....

Scope fora time machine,

To time travel to these cherishing days ?

-Fathimathul Shaharaban