In front of colonial Great Hall* <br />dreams fascinated morning shine <br />alongside the crowded youth wing, walked <br />we held in hand a feather soft dream. <br />In Asquith hostel and Collins library <br />shared we the conventional <br />academic uncertainties <br />covered on one wall of science block <br />and one curious curved lover’s path <br />onlookers we sat under a <br />tamarind tree to watch a game of cricket <br />the green foliage all around and <br />one unusual unbiased ambience.... <br />regale the royal memoirs on which <br />sun seldom set to rise <br /> <br />Clasped branches of gulmohars <br />and rain filled fragrance of soil <br />rekindled fancies of teenage... <br />amidst of pleasing contradictions <br />and one combined non constructive <br />unmeasured estimation <br />on a gilded beam of optimism <br />plastered we those dreams in millions <br />and believed it all as <br />the essential perquisite of <br />an incandescent future <br /> <br />When years rolled fast on <br />the wheels of destiny <br />colors of our dreams faded like pages <br />of our designer autograph book <br />as a memoir of our friendship <br />our heartfelt farewell notes remained there... <br />like our mindless reflexe of dreams <br />with no surplus to keep in reserve <br />remembered we not to go back <br />the pages of our life to adulate our dreams <br />or even to remain in contact <br /> <br />(CMS College (Church Missionary Society) auditorium built during British Dynasty.<br /><br />Rema Prasanaa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/friendship-24/
