I walked past my College,
And There I could see,Students sitting by,
Hell, they all remind me of me.
Where have those days gone by I ask,
When life was just a few lectures to attend,
Catching the right seat was just as much important,
And practicals were something to learn. .
I pass by the corridors,
And see a familiar face,
That’s the Library teacher,
The one that scolded, when we made so much noise.
It’s so funny, I think,
That Library always meant a place to discuss those projects,
And so many times just an escape,
And sometimes just a waiting room.
I pass by and remember the cafeteria,
The waiting between lectures,
The noise, the fun, the Vada pav, the Pizza, the Chai Sessions,
I forgot the food, the long lines as well.
I have to go back to my reality now,
But one last look at my classroom,
We were so focused those days, to become someone,
Each of us, being there time and time again.
Oh, I think I miss my College days,
But of all these things,
I miss my friends of course,
They always were there for you, no matter what.
We laughed we sang,
We learnt and we forgot.
I think I would stop now,
Cause my reality is just walking with me out of the gate.
I miss those days,
But luckily, I still have the memories to keep.