The Watchman Is Waiting For You!

When the wind whistled through the corridors,

We were told to get under the bed sheets,

Warren Hastings was on his way, but not on his feet,

Many say they have seen the chariot come and stay,

The flight of steps – our gallery of yester spectacular,

Had 21 steps to reach those high wooden doors.

People say ballroom dancing floored in the days of yore.

We have seen the skeletal beauty of Kidderpore house

Stories and rumors chilling our youthful days,

When a boy kissed his girlfriend near the bushes, 

he saw a bony cheek with hollow eyes ....

wrapping bones around his waist!

A little girl was often spotted smiling

at many like her loitering and crying,

someone like myself missing mother. 

Boarders of the alumni profess.

They had seen a young girl at night

sitting on the trunks in the box room.

What was she searching for -

Was she a flower in bloom,

In search of her knight in groom?

The watchman rubbed his eyes in winter

To explain the horror of the foggy night,

as he was on his daily beat... 

wrapped in prickly woolen khaki,

a torch so feeble and a voice shaky,

He heard; he heard what he had 

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been warned about – Oh! his colleague

had to have loose motion just to-night?

He heard the wail and cry of a woman 

in labour just near the asbestos shed 

Where socials were held and the girls

whisked the boys out in the dark ....

Oh, how excited those boys would feel 

walking his sweetheart for a hearty meal.

There! just there! He heard the woman 

In pain .... he said ‘‘No!! – it is no demon,

And I’m on duty with repute, how can I not 

save a woman who calls for help?’’

He rushed like an ambulance,

and entered those dancing floors,

he just for once felt like an STS boy 

walking into a hall of pretty STS girls... 

His heart missed a beat, she was there 

Just about given birth ...and his presence

Excited her so very much, she was 

gorging on her childbirth waste ....

and then she took the newborn and 

shattered its face!!!!! 

The watchman turned to stone at this sight,

If my readers are true Thomasians and Thomasites 

(ex-students of St. Thomas' School - Kidderpore, Calcutta) 

Come my friends .... HELP THE WATCHMAN,

SET HIM RIGHT!!!!!