#99 Valedictory Note

 Valedictory Note

A poem dedicated to my soon-turning-out-to-be Alma Mater, Indira Gandhi Institute Of Technology, Sarang.

Source: Google Images

 Standing at the end of a phase

And counting all previous traces

To optimize future perspectives

With the experience of the past to be retrieved

Click by me from the terrace

Never knew about God’s plan

To let me discover my own realm

Of words blended with imagination

Reflecting my heart’s elation.

Natural swimming pool

Entry was a complete shock

Far different from what I had ever thought of

Consistent struggle with all hurdles

Became part of this harsh battle.

Sunset View of Divine Brahamani River

With the passage of time

That was what I could find

Hostel’s life- the best

To leave out all the rest.

Route to Brahmani River

There were days of high and lows

Urged me to look below

To read between the lines of

Those never ending chapters.

Greenary across the border of the hostel

The bunch of all happiness and sorrows

In form of smiles and tears

Helped me to conquer all fears

And made my each day special.

Lord Shiva's temple

Indebted I’m to all teachers

For their unconditional love, care and support

For kindling a lost hope in myself

By offering all helps that I needed

My serene and calm companion of terrace

Difficult to wash away those memories

Which are quite large in numbers

Of gossips, fun and laughter

And precious moments spent with one another.

Route to Brahmani river

This day of graduation I waited for

With a load of hopes carried before

A heartfelt gratitude to my Alma Mater

For completely renovating my sphere

View of Brahmani on a cloudy day

I feel I’m now more determined

And strong enough to move against the wind

Adversities and challenges have taught me

Never to run away from the battle field

Eiffeil Tower of Sarang

With these lines, I bid an adieu

May you all become very very successful

With flying colors in days to come

For an eternal transformation.

Cultivated land near hostel's border

P.S: All the pictures have been clicked by me over the terrace..  Each picture is associated with thousand memories of past.. 

Swati Sarangi

4.11.2014