Dear seniors,
You are the stars
We look up to.
As time moves ahead.
You’ll spread apart
But we always await
The time when you gather,
At least once in a year,
To form this constellation again!
You are the words of a poetry –
Punctuated with friendship.
As time moves ahead,
You may be rendering
A different poetry
With a completely different meaning.
But we always will go back
To the faded page,
Bookmarked with love!
Written by: Swathi Mohan, Third Year, Aeronautical Engineering.