A poem by a sleepy soul

by Gaurav Jain   Oct 23, 2011


I know that I shall land up here, whatever floor I belong.
The teamwork that we display here, Recharges our zeal, thick and strong.

Morning we come, slog our souls, bringing new trends to the technology drive.
End of day, just finish and leave, No Recreation? Not acceptable, for a TI life.

Shoot a cue, or ping a pong, Hit an ace or dunk the hoop.
You never stick to field and specialize, Switching and learning work in an infinite loop.

The fiestas, the siestas are all here, Laugh aloud and sing with joy.
You can dance, you can sing, Have a blast and just enjoy.

Ten minute lunches to sneak a peek, Staying back late after a day's beat.
The bets, the wagers, the tantrums, the taunts, the prides at stake here, are nothing less than a treat.

Come here, come here, rings a bell, in this weary mind.
Your feet just carry you to this "meditation room", Leaving all "bugs" and worries behind.

College day rivalries still go galore, The COEP, the VIT, the MNIT or NSIT.
We live and dig by our alma mater; the heralds proclaimed are of an astonishing variety.

If I could wish for a solitary wish, Hope these days would never end.
We keep meeting and be in touch, its here in TEXINS that we append.

PS: TEXINS is the recreation centre in my office...

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