Sitting inside,
peering out of the windows of,
dangling from the doors of,
or traveling atop
the luxury bus
its air, conditioned
from all dust, smoke and soot,
and in august, pure company
of a hundred beautiful people
we looked down
upon those
running helter skelter
unprotected, alone
on the road outside.
Only to become one of them
after a four year long
unforgettable journey.
June 2, 2009 at 11:45 am
As usual, nicely done
June 2, 2009 at 11:52 am
You did it again!
My expectations increase with every next poem I read.
especially the following lines are good:
“we looked down upon
those
running helter skelter
unprotected, alone
on the road outside.
Only to become one of them
after a four year long
unforgettable journey.”
June 2, 2009 at 3:30 pm
wonderful
June 2, 2009 at 6:14 pm
Brilliant, again
June 2, 2009 at 10:41 pm
Superb!
June 3, 2009 at 12:09 am
Karan, Abhishek, Manish, Rahul, Deepti and all the others who enjoyed this poem or any of my previous posts, you do not know how priceless your opinions have been for me, both as a writer and as a person.
Over the years, IIITians have been the best readers a writer can ever hope to have, and I do not exaggerate one bit when I say that writing for my IIITian friends has been one of the greatest pleasures of my life so far.
I hope I can continue writing posts which you will like reading. Amen
June 3, 2009 at 1:43 pm
Very nice and like everyone, I had the same feelings especially because I was the last one to leave the campus.
June 12, 2009 at 7:55 pm
i din’t get the second half of the poem