MY ALMA MATER

My Alma mater

My School, My world,

The dreams of my childhood…

The agonies of my adolescence…

I left the memories with you!!

I still cry deep within my soul,

To get back the evergreen campus..

Focusing on to the liveliness,

As if it was a cheerful circus.

I still miss the classrooms,

Which hold some sweet memories

Of our presence…

Those deep brown benches & black-boards

Written within our hearts,

As some eternal stories.

I lost those days of winter,

When the calm and cold breeze

Came flowing through the riverside windows

Made us shiver from within our soul.

I miss you…. Oh Ganges!

Still flowing through the town,

Down in the scorching heat,

And in the darkness of night,

With a complete silence,

Like blood flowing through veins…

I lost those friends from my life,

With whom I used to bunk classes,

Cracking jokes at the canteen,

Sharing happiness and sorrows,

And sometimes punishment too,

As time went by….

Our friendship drifted apart

Like Sun from the evening sky…

The teachers! I miss them too…

Not all!

But quite a few…

The shouting and those boring lectures,

The early Morning Prayer,

And those discrete mathematical structures

The environment that I have lost

Will never return!!

After-all past is past.

Now sitting lonely at Bangalore

And thinking, Life changed so fast.

I had never thought

About leaving my hometown..

But now I am sitting

Thousands of miles away,

Writing this poem…

Really I have found bliss in loneliness!

Just another eternal pang of separation…

Written by Niloy Paul

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