Dhriti Chopra (22PYJO39)
My eyes, I also reminisce about those times
From the time I first arrived to the one that I left as an adult instead of a child
In my hands, I grab all the vibes that build me day by day, just like my college's enhancing infrastructure
And the saree around me, like the discipline and dignity it handled me with
My hair follow in the air just like a butterfly on a flowery garden
My ears hear all those lectures and giggles that gave me an understanding of this little world
My feet on those heels tremble as I leave
Heels telling me to grow
And feet shivering to step into a new world
And, of course, black; the strength, pride, and courage with which I come to the end of this journey
few more months and I will be left in the open, unshielded from this world of Jayantians