You welcomed with open arms,
a worn thirsty traveler, traveling
in the torrid desert of ignorance,
under the scorching sun of chance.
He was like a sapling, subjected to
gusty winds and frosty storms
- the tests of resilience, and now
moves on to scale unknown heights,
swim in uncharted waters.
He bids good-bye, mind drenched
with memories, heart with emotions,
and promises to be back, to pass on
all that he got, the only way,
perhaps, to pay you back.
(This is an homage to my alma-mater IIT Madras)
a worn thirsty traveler, traveling
in the torrid desert of ignorance,
under the scorching sun of chance.
He was like a sapling, subjected to
gusty winds and frosty storms
- the tests of resilience, and now
moves on to scale unknown heights,
swim in uncharted waters.
He bids good-bye, mind drenched
with memories, heart with emotions,
and promises to be back, to pass on
all that he got, the only way,
perhaps, to pay you back.
(This is an homage to my alma-mater IIT Madras)
In front of me they stand, their eyes
ReplyDeleteAre hungry, ask that they be fed,
For her not are wine, cakes or pies,
And he wants not freshly baked bread
What will I give these travellers
Who've come to me from far and wide
And scaled the tall, high barriers
From them, my treasures will I hide?
I was too once as they stand here
I sought too once what now they seek
Kindly souls did then quench my thirst
Into that past will I not peek?
In trust did I receive my gold
That I would let it freely go
And not onto it all life hold
But scatter it gently like snow
What use are treasures, be they rich
If all they do is collect dust
What use are instruments shiny
Unused they'll surely gather rust
But in the eager minds of youth,
What greatness may not they trigger
For if one is to tell the truth
There is so much to discover
In return only must they throw
away the dark of ignorance
And I shall only ask of them
An open mind - no walls, no fence
And payment? What payment is due
Why, None at all except for this
To give as they receive, and two:
To also learn whatev'r there is.
And as the days go on there'll be
A new time and a trave'ler new
The old host would have left and gone
The new host?, dear pilgrim, that's you