Nostalgia

Memories of teen age days,

Our majestic institute’s winding ways.

Scampering through corridors,

Shuffling at different floors.

Confirming allocation of classrooms

While shawls swept more like brooms.

Like a pendulum swinging between science and arts block

Bouncing and bothering round the clock.

And group of gals in circles sat,

Engrossed in some issues chat.

Like a butterfly hovering over flowers,

We swarm through bushes and bowers.

Rushing in morning to assembly hall,

As though it was an entertainment call.

Our faculty painstakingly groomed us all,

Preparing for later years rise and fall.

And you were always bubbling with positivity,

Then a council member, now a celebrity.

With your down to earth attitude,

I am happy to know you from that institute.