However your memories lacerate my heart,
However your ideology sells in the mart -
Voices of pedagogues shriek from afar
Here in the murkiness of Parija Library
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I THINK that your poem reminds me my best memories of the past. Thank you Yoseph Lupu
nice one it makes me nostalgic...filled with bygone days in the campus...the hostel canteen...the library in ruin...lectures bunked for the famous chat...all of them...miss the friends who are gone...and not to forget the elections lost or won...i too miss the hallowed days...the poem suddenly brought back the naive campus feeling...thank you for such a wonderful journey back...
u reminded me of my school song... Tapan, how should i thank you for making me revisit my Alma mater! ! ! ! Under the standard of our school Glory, honour, reign Guiding our steps in the path of truth Teaching “play the game.” Whatever we do must be our best Victory our aim. Alma Mater, let the flag unfold Stand brave, stand true Under the GREEN AND GOLD Proudly through life we shall go forth Honours shield we will bear. Firm with the truth our hearts shall be Faith the crown we will wear Excellence and truth shall be our stars, Jewels, radiant, rare. Making the world peaceful with our deeds Action’s always fair, Alma Mater let the flag unfold Stand brave, stand true Under the GREEN AND GOLD.
A lovely train of thoughts, well articulated and nicely encapsulated into a poem. The love you have for the citadel of learning is well depicted in the poem. A nice piece indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.