Empty Classroom

Empty chairs in an empty classroom have

More memories filled in my heart…

Benches have scratches

Filled with the philosophy of brilliant art…

New music was invented here

Every lecture we got bored,

Echoes of laughter were heard here,

Echoes of giggles were louder here…

The word “WALLET” never just justified its presence,

Yet our hearts were filled with lots of love essence…

The joys and cries got us here,

These messy emotions bought our hearts near…

It was where I never had to be studious,

It was where I was just me,

It was where I made my mistakes deliberately,

It was where I was wavy like a sea…

The mass bunked lectures ended here,

 The aroma of all dabbas surrounded here,

The tackling jokes were tackled over here,

The never-ending trolling always stayed here…

This empty silence has a bunch of stories,

Some with an unwrapped package of fun,

Some with love glory,

Some with a dream weighing a ton,

Some like shapeless water flowy…

First benches were for EINSTEINS to rest,

Back benches always reserved for the WARRIORS to fest,

Campus was another ADDA,

But this OPEN PRISON was always the best…