Those are the days, I see through the haze,
Of the time gone by, With my vintage eye,
Lovely friends and friendship too,
Feelings of a myriad hue,
Days of arguments and fights,
Of all the tiny wrongs and rights,
Days of vast leisure and play,
Feeling full of hapiness and gay,
Of time spent in wonderous talk,
Around the campus on a serene walk,
Of the many tests and night-outs,
Followed by disappointed shouts,
The scratchy movies in the auditorium,
The audio punishing the ear drum,
Waiting for the posty to come,
What tidings does he brings from home ?
Of sickness and home-sickness too,
Only friends to take care of you,
The warden in his haughty march,
Causing a naughty throat to parch,
The cold winter and the hot days,
Withering dryness of desert ways,
Does you eye fill up with tears,
Longing for those wonderful years ?
Of the time gone by, With my vintage eye,
Lovely friends and friendship too,
Feelings of a myriad hue,
Days of arguments and fights,
Of all the tiny wrongs and rights,
Days of vast leisure and play,
Feeling full of hapiness and gay,
Of time spent in wonderous talk,
Around the campus on a serene walk,
Of the many tests and night-outs,
Followed by disappointed shouts,
The scratchy movies in the auditorium,
The audio punishing the ear drum,
Waiting for the posty to come,
What tidings does he brings from home ?
Of sickness and home-sickness too,
Only friends to take care of you,
The warden in his haughty march,
Causing a naughty throat to parch,
The cold winter and the hot days,
Withering dryness of desert ways,
Does you eye fill up with tears,
Longing for those wonderful years ?
I really wonder where you get time for writing these poems - really a good one, in fact a very good one, Jai
ReplyDeleteThose were definitely years to remember! I met you, dear cousin during my college days! -ramya
ReplyDeleteEver so gentleman, even in college days
ReplyDeleteFabulous and enjoyed. Rejuvenated myself by reading the Poem - KVK
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