RETURN

Two weeks of glory, then toil,

This cruel go of nature, I can not foil,

Its time I bade goodbye to home,

And made my way to the cage of norm.

The days at home were like a rhyme,

I did not feel the passing of time,

It all comes to an end now,

I have to treasure the memories somehow.

There was no care, no trouble,

Freedom of all sorts and no wobble-

Of pain or study, to hinder joy,

Fatigue was always used as a decoy.

The days seemed brighter than usual,

The wind and birds seemed extra vocal,

All that seems to fade,

When ill-tidings of hostel invade.

I don’t want to go, don’t want to part,

With the homely house, and thwart-

The impending blowing of departure,

There will be numerous wounds to nurture!!!