Boy : “What I did for four years?
With Broadened Gates and white Pillars!”
Shaking my Head I move ahead,
Carrying the eyes of empty tears.
IT : Stop! The IT said,
I gave my name to give you fame.
Boy : “The fame of everlasting stain!
In the society of Bread for the sane.”
I turned my head on silly phrase,
Gave a smile and walk for a while.
IT : “I opened the books and workshop booth
To acquaint you with the technical truth.”
Boy : Suddenly listening the library silence and lab work assignments,
Fulled my nerves with the handy confidence.
“I learned things with practical sense,
But have I focused any Innovative lens.”
IT : “I picked the gems, to make your friends
And gave the reasons, to gather on occasions.”
Boy : Thrilled with the fulled nerves,
Grilled with the friendship curves.
“In reminiscences I found the Gossips, the emotional affair,
And the life facing advises, which a friend could only dare.”
IT : “I gave you teachers and a master preacher,
To teach you every path, to pave in life.”
Boy : I stand silent, to think its meaning,
Then stepped proud, with heartbeats raised.
“Your great teachings and your great preachings,
Your principles and ideals really a guide.”
IT : “I gave you thoughts and perception to think,
A spiritual technique to logically link,
Fight out the troubles, fierce and brave,
Aim your goals day and night,
And prove my glorious birth and might.”
Boy : I nod my head and move ahead,
Carrying the benign wishes of our IT.
Leaving a drop of salty water,
Which whispered “Good bye My Alma Matar.”