The 8.30 am bell rings loud in the long corridor Running toward the class door, with legs too sore Can I come in, I asked the professor Pat came the answer, you are late mister With a bag on my shoulder I got in First benchers look at me as though I had committed a sin Girls smiling, pretending to take down every quote One day, I got to check all of their notes The bell rings again indicating that the lecture is over Met my gang to discuss kumble`s last over Lectures were scheduled for through out the day The clouds in my mind turned grey Zipping through the pre lunch sessions, I was happy Felt like the kid who just got out of a wet nappy The wafting smell of lunch pulled me closer to the café That is one place I realized I was safe For my friends were hunting me for a treat I owed Fruits to reap from the seeds I sowed Running towards the lab, clutching the coat in one hand Wishing I could change the teacher with Harry potter’s wand Lathes, microprocessors, turbines, computers all in the span of four years At the end, all the fears gone, left behind with joyous tears Those were years that I ask the God to repeat Ever nagging teachers and newer friends to meet If I had cherished those moments like never before, I would not have written this piece for sure
They don't rhyme... atleast not in the way I pronounce 'wand' café and safe dont rhyme either! rhyming is abt words sounding similar, not looking similar! and i think u mean anyway, ur college life sound more like a strict school life, didnt u ever bunk classes?!
Yeap i wanted to say the rhymin stuff too it dont sound cool when 2 dont rhyme n others do... Otherwise the poem is good...u take good casual topics for ure poem
