It was an afternoon, in broad day light,
That she set her foot first, with her eyes so bright.
She was so lost in the awe of this hill-top site,
Until the beautiful valley struck her sight.
Was this all about the alluring stage?
or was it the birth to an everlasting voyage?
Set by the sea, giving their lives a thrill,
What was it, set up on the top of the hill?
What it holds for her, she asked the mighty hill?
Will it fulfill the dreams, so strong in her will?
Set amidst a place full of wonder,
Will it have space for warmth, in this grandeur?
Rattling and rolling came motors of all sorts,
An unknown voice then broke her string of thoughts.
There were numerous faces that suddenly connected those dots,
She realized it was time to tie new knots.
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It is a beautiful twilight just before the dawn,
A beautiful morning is about to be born,
The sound of birds, the fainting sight of moon,
A part of her life won't be there very soon.
The hill top stands so gorgeous still,
A beautiful reflection gives her a chill!
Thoughts in her mind don't stop their flow,
Was it just two years ago?
The time has just flown by,
It is time for her to say, good-bye!
As she packs her bags in her room on the hill top,
She wishes, the time to stop.
The beauty of valley, still makes her daze,
The hill top is, no longer a maze.
There in warmth, even in the cold morning chill,
It is her home now - the top of this hill.
She now knows, its not just the beauty of nature,
She now has so many people in her caricature.
Her alma-mater has given her beautiful bonds,
It's her wish that she now responds.
This hill-top took birth long ago,
The family has begun to grow,
New members come and old ones go,
It's her alma-mater, she doesn't want to go.
She doesn't want to go, she doesn't want to go....!!
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The above is a dedication to the beautiful campus of Indian Institute Management- Kozhikode and the wonderful journey it has been for me in the past two years. It's a piece written by one but surely is the narration of everyone who has been on this beautiful, heavenly campus situated on the hill-top at Kozhikode.
It's a narration to thank everyone who made this journey beautiful.
Signing off for the moment. Bonjour readers.
I go only to come back stronger.
That she set her foot first, with her eyes so bright.
She was so lost in the awe of this hill-top site,
Until the beautiful valley struck her sight.
Was this all about the alluring stage?
or was it the birth to an everlasting voyage?
Set by the sea, giving their lives a thrill,
What was it, set up on the top of the hill?
What it holds for her, she asked the mighty hill?
Will it fulfill the dreams, so strong in her will?
Set amidst a place full of wonder,
Will it have space for warmth, in this grandeur?
Rattling and rolling came motors of all sorts,
An unknown voice then broke her string of thoughts.
There were numerous faces that suddenly connected those dots,
She realized it was time to tie new knots.
-------------
It is a beautiful twilight just before the dawn,
A beautiful morning is about to be born,
The sound of birds, the fainting sight of moon,
A part of her life won't be there very soon.
The hill top stands so gorgeous still,
A beautiful reflection gives her a chill!
Thoughts in her mind don't stop their flow,
Was it just two years ago?
The time has just flown by,
It is time for her to say, good-bye!
As she packs her bags in her room on the hill top,
She wishes, the time to stop.
The beauty of valley, still makes her daze,
The hill top is, no longer a maze.
There in warmth, even in the cold morning chill,
It is her home now - the top of this hill.
She now knows, its not just the beauty of nature,
She now has so many people in her caricature.
Her alma-mater has given her beautiful bonds,
It's her wish that she now responds.
This hill-top took birth long ago,
The family has begun to grow,
New members come and old ones go,
It's her alma-mater, she doesn't want to go.
She doesn't want to go, she doesn't want to go....!!
---------
The above is a dedication to the beautiful campus of Indian Institute Management- Kozhikode and the wonderful journey it has been for me in the past two years. It's a piece written by one but surely is the narration of everyone who has been on this beautiful, heavenly campus situated on the hill-top at Kozhikode.
It's a narration to thank everyone who made this journey beautiful.
Signing off for the moment. Bonjour readers.
I go only to come back stronger.
Beautiful, it is Diksha. I did not know that you were a poet too.
ReplyDeleteThank you Anupam Das sir. I used to write a lot before coming here. Soon, will continue the hobby. :)
DeleteAwesome Diksha !! :) ye toh mujhe pta hi ni tha . . chuppi rustam :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Preet.:) Firstly, I'm glad you wrote a comment and secondly, I'm glad you wrote it at the right place. I'd loose the rest on that post soon. :-/
Deleteanyway, thanks a lot.
nice yar (though I will have to read it again, this time with a dictionary in hand :P).. and welcome back (if u were ever gone :P)
ReplyDeleteThank you Mr. Sherlock. Welcome back to my blog. And we need a lot of catching up Mr. Google :)
DeleteRefreshing to say the least. Why you write so rarely, is something i'll never understand. Still very well written. Hope you don't discontinue writing.
ReplyDeleteP.S. - I'm not dead from facebook. Read it in the morning today [Office :( ] , so couldn't comment that time (and i was realy happy to see the link to the post).
Thank you Mr. Anonymous aka Piyush. :) Truth be stated, I write so rarely because I read so less. I am out of topics. Please keep me posted with some na, every now and then.
DeleteAnyway, Thanks for the reply and the comment :) :)
There's a lot happening around the world. Politics seems much more interesting these days.. The question is not what you should write.The real question here is what are you doing to empower the youth and women. Those are the questions that i'm interested in.
DeleteWrite anything,. :)
You really go to come back stronger! A beautiful melody any college goer can relate to. You have so beautifully captured the emotions of a fresher and how they transform with time. The poem does not tell a story, it paints a story. I so regret not visiting your campus.
ReplyDeleteThank you Rupinder :*
DeleteThanks a lot. May I know who's this? It seems you're a BITSian studying at IIMK with me. But who?
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot :)
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