Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Back From NC
The Poem was written while I was coming back from Night Canteen at around 2am,alone(was good to be so,as I could've not written this piece otherwise).
I don't know why it took me this long to get on Blog?
Maybe Having a DELL really helps!
This Poem uses the direct use of some college centered illustrations and premises (Sorry for non NIT Surat Readers).
Its late in the night,
with tea in my hands,
and court in the sight
I could have taken a can of tin,
Well, here goes my cup off to bin!
The road is full of voids,
I wish the stars just fill'em up
Far is 8,even farther is 9,
But its just a descent of time,
Cycles lay under the cycles of rest of motion.
Handful of friends lay too, in the cycle of
rest and motion,
And now I wonder b'coz of these stairs,
Oh! my bare legs would've to bear
The tube a still on , but my lamp gently weeps,
and mates, covered, sleeps!
Its late in the night and now dimmer is my sight.
Thanks for following till the end and for them who ponder what NC is its, night canteen.