It reminds me of a white sky canvas
Hovering with buddies all it was
Overlapping our moon night drives with morning sunrise
And exploring ourselves with our eager minds
Gentle breeze of parties and fests on one side
Along with storm voyage of exams on other
Embroidered with rollercoasters of tedious classes
All these leading to thick eye glasses
Nighters before tests and
Toppers become heroes among friends
Nucleus of drama and chaos was our canteen
Those riots of colour, now just a dream
White sky canvas filled with hues of joy
Buds of ourselves blossoming into flowers to touch the sky
White sky canvas gets sparkled with memories
Everlasting song, that symphony of memories
Yet merry days must begone
So cherish that chaos and
Behold the beauty of that storm voyage