MEMORY LANE

The cold fresh air, the silent breeze,
The place where we learnt what engineering meant.
The memories flood our imagination
Of the memorable years here spent.

Memories of the days when
Hostels were a home away from one.
Where we shared our room and joys,
Sorrows and dreams of what we would become.

Friends taught us the perfection of
The mechanism of what we call life.
Those bunks and road trips to nowhere,
That last minute examination strife.

The result days when nothing was
As it had earlier seemed to be.
But despite the shocks and dissappointments
In our friends' eyes we could winners see.

The late night goofs and games of card
And concern for the next mischievious technique.
The jokes that only we could understand,
There's something great in the college's mystique.

Its ironic how we came to study here
Its just engineering what we see.
But somewhere in that process discovered,
The kind of human beings we would eventually be...