While all of Delhi was on blaze,
Our University of Delhi yearns-
“I’ve come here with my best gems! ’
Cadets from the one corner of Delhi,
Marching out with,
Girl cadets of another corner.
While students acted with moral sense,
Arguing with serious issues of life.
Coming out the best of all these years,
And exemplify “A self-made best,
Got into exhibiting around.”
Parade, flower show, dramas,
Project exhibition, Gyanodaya,
Music, songs, competitions;
All under one sky.
Spirit like a soldier,
Rejecting, fatigue and fear;
Like a true sports man,
Like a team and in love with
The great show ‘Anterdhwani’.
It keeps young souls going,
Rock’n roll by the grateful bold.
Idea taken from our eventful past,
I hear the wild-exotic guitar solo,
Inspiring themes chiming in,
Get all high and took us to cloud-‘9.’
Even if I close my eyes,
Senses like I can get high,
After enjoying that fine sweet.
“Goddess Saraswati will bless again,
In the Temple of Knowledge again-.”
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Thank you for sharing this, Dr. Sharma. I enjoyed it very much.