Here is a liitle poem penned by me dedicated to our class of 1978. regads,
Sheeba George

 

DELUGE

Scrolled through the deserted campus

Trying to relive the bygone days

The buildings and plantations

Hardly changed their appearances!

The clock of my memory rewinded

Two decades backward

The day I entered the lovely campus

Jubilant, yet fear- stricken

Too excited, too proud

Bewildered by the magnificence

Petrified by the strangeness!

The small world of the teenager

Slowly started expanding!

Five years of monotonous classes,

The endless list of maladies and their remedies

The vastness of the dull syllabus

Tensions and turmoils of tough interrogations

Demoralising scorings and gradings

Destroying all enthusiasms

Only a sense of suffocation left over!

Slowly entered the world of patients

Full of pathos and woes

Everyone a great teacher!

I bow my head to them

For their lessons were greater

Than all the voluminous books could cater!

Humility, love and compassion greater

Than all the skills and achievements!

Slow metamorphosis of an immature teenager!

(Into a responsible doc)