Immaculately
clad in the finest of attire,
In
myriad of hues of azure blues to violets,
Of
darkish maroons to lustrous scarlet,
Of
iridescent yellows to olive greens;
The
Graduates of 2014 flung their gentle swing,
In
dire anticipation of the NGOP 2014.
Crammed
are we in the magnificent auditorium,
Fumed
by the surmounted radiation of our own body.
And
so the flimsy programme booklet,
Flapping
vigorously has a reason to foretell.
Our
hands were in constant oscillation,
And
our minds in steady vacillation,
For
we have reached the crucial juncture of our life,
Webbed
are we in the perplexity of our path henceforth.
Nevertheless,
the venerable dignitaries on the dais,
Emanated
us with the radiance of hopes and faith,
Ignited
our obscure paths with dazzling light,
And
quenched our insatiable thirst of queries.
The
inspiring words and tales of His Majesty the King,
Pacified
our hearts with immense values,
Instigated
in us the deep sense of patriotism,
And
tutored us to follow his gracious path,
Of
undying fortitude to serve his subjects and the country.
We
swap our glances here and there;
Exchanged our words now and then;
Bartered
our placid grins a lot;
Shared
our cordial laughter over and again.
A
moment like this; a memoir remarkable as this,
Would
never spring back in our lives.
Yet
the reminiscences shall we revere,
And
inscribe on our hearts to summon up
For
now and times immemorial.
As
time ticked by day and night,
The
pages of our programme booklet flipped to an end,
To
mark the time we stride our sovereign trail,
The
time we repay our debts to the ones,
Who
selflessly molded us into a wholesome individual.
Hails
do us from regions poles apart,
Yet
congregated are we under a solitary roof,
Flocked
are we under the azure blue sky,
Cling
do we to distinct beliefs,
And
specialized are we in field so diverse,
Yet
in unison we tread,
“To
become a better human being”
And
to serve all with our gallantry acts.
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| The memories that will remain encrypted within the depths of my heart.. |
