ADIEU FIRST WORLD

i walk back towards the large gates,
breeze rustling leaves across the
road fluttering in wind.
walk past the lifeless canteen,
with no one to shout.
peep into the empty classes,
missing the screams of joy.
stand at the tree,where hundreds of relations
were declared and broken.
A single tear escapes my eye and falls towards
the emptiness of the sand, as my mind races in thought.
Alone i stand, as i think,
its all over........


so here i am . final sem is almost over. and my college life has past
aside me just like a zephyr..
i close my eyes and let my past do the talking.
GOD can't i be a fresher again!
those mass bunks,those football fights, b'day treats,
and late night walks, those butter buns and baboo teasing
,the struggle for marks, those fight with the teachers(miss anita plz forgive),
the simla trip, drowning in that rock music,
the writing on desks, those sarab fundaas and 816 stories

everything feels like a dream.
and this hansraj dream will always be with me wherever i go and whatever i do.
Hetfield's music still rings in my senses,
and this time its got a meaning

fortune fame ,
mirror vain,
gone insane,
but the memory remains.......