It is a place where we want to come again

Where I had my share of happiness and pain

Oh! That friendship of friends, crush’s rejection
I am talking about our college, friends it’s not fiction

Sitting without an interest in lecture

Yes-yes I was a back bencher

It was the time when Sundays were boring

Even I wished to Go on Holidays for that fun exploring

Beauties of college and their face’s spark

I used to roam after them near Their Classes and Sculpture park
Shining Sun of January’s winter
And gossiping, backbiting and nonsense at college lawn

Wandering with friends near swimming pool
Now all is by gone

Functions and cultural programs will be memorable
Dances of beautiful girls and all things are now fable

Golden days of our life can’t be back
It is only thing today that I lack…

About the author

Working as a senior content writer, Rajinder Singh loves to tell the world about IT, cars, Bollywood and every imaginable (and unimaginable) thing thorough his writing. Aspiring to be an expert in paranormal science and archeology, he loves to explore outdoor and everything vintage. He loves to lyricize rap (though he doesn’t perform).