Thus We All Started... Poem by Padmanabham Salla

On the first day when we all met,
we knew we were not the same
Though we had differences in everything,
started mingling to face the raging

Then after we lost our eating plates,
very quickly joined to the meal on others plate
Neither hesitated nor objected,
rather welcomed with love to share

If April and May were for sports and summer,
then August and September were for night outs and chits
Somehow managed the classes and labs,
but never ashamed to repeat the exams

Not one, two or three, but all the four years,
never read anything, never learned anything
However, on one fine day
graduated with flying colors