Who said ILP is a paid holiday...?
Think again my dear friend...It's a sedate holiday...!
Landing at Trivandrum...I admired the beauty...
Reaching here...It was all about surety.
I thought...would visit the beaches on weekend...
Beleive me...I don't know when the week ends!
The place I am supposed to live is called Peepul Park...
Seldom do I see...people in the park.
My face is all gloomed...when it's time to dine...
The food resembles as if...it comes from a mine!
If it havn't been for Shyamji or Sharma...
Half of them would die of Chappati Kurma!
When it comes to classes...it's all about programming...
If time is left...we are subjected to grooming.
On top of that...our accents are trained...
To map ourselves with Britishers...long back drained!
When I prepare for the game...
The rules are changed...
And when,the rules are prepared...
The game isn't played!
Somehow it does not stop raining…
As if it takes a clue from my training…
But the only one that soothes here are the rains…
Specially when I sit on the window called “train”…
The aura of the train is so sublime…
I bet no one can buy it even for a million dimes!
A lot of coffee…to drink for free…
Amidst the conglomerate of coconut trees!
If you think we have all the fun…Think again!!!
I am always on the run…!
With this the story comes to an end…
Thank You for the precious time you have lend!
I promise…I would continue to write…
Only if I get time to suffice
!!!CHEERS!!!
