BUBYE

Its dusty, its filthy and the bags are heavy and full,

The cupboard is cleaned, one is broken, the air is cool,

We pack our belongings after ten months of stay,

We have to leave this beloved 216, we don’t have another way.

The floor is full of crap, bits of paper and many more,

We are tired, legs are heavy and feet are sore,

The room grows more attractive, less detached,

I am reluctant to leave it, I am much attached.

Memories flow by this wooden door, as I look,

Essence of a new energy comes in through the window, which we took,

Internals passed like the sands of time here,

I do not know how I survived them without any fear.

Magi formed the daily dinner of the four,

Birthdays are not celebrated without a roar,

Birth-day turns into a nightmare in a minute’s notice,

Here fun is readily available like a crystal lattice.

Girlfriends attack upon the privacy of friends,

Night is the ideal time for such love trends,

People patrol the corridors like routine cops,

Studies take a backseat like  secondary jobs.

A lot of things go unnoticed in this place,

Guys strive hard to succeed in this educational race,

Still memories remain, and will do, of untold deeds,

Of unending desires, friendship, love and boyish needs.

The last day in No.216……