Looking Back     


As I tread closer,the noise grows louder
Was it like this years ago, I wonder!
A tinge of smile appears as I remember,
How could I, if I was one among them!

 As I enter, a rush of memories I recall,
The building remains beautiful and tall,
There some children laugh and fall,
Oh yes,I remember I was one among them!

 The corridors looked smaller,
The stairs have become narrower,
How can this be true,I ponder,
Or do I now belong to a world much bigger?

 Faces filled with smiles looked at us,
And shower of wishes were rained at us,
The bond with your Alma-mater being so strong,
That it makes me to go back in time and live!

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