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Annual Magazine You saw me but you don't remember; This place was once my home but no more.....

The Lost Wanderers
Akash Purty
B.Com-II
of the High

You see me but you fail to recognize.....
With the provocative sounds that constantly echo
You may think that your memory fails you,
here;
But it's time that has taken its toll ! With the walls and corridors resounding,
I was once the dearest of your friends, This place is as an uninhabitable, haunted temple
for wandering souls like me.
But now find myself oblivious and lost
in an age of high-tech and information.
Time passes by and few remain, this jest to see.

A gust of air fans the fire and the grit inside;
You can see me, though I'm no longer there;
A sip of water, cries a parched and thirsty soul,
You can hear me, though I'm no longer by
your side..... And living by the day becomes hard and
tormenting.
A click of a button is all it takes to find me
Still I soar high above the clouds.
once again in your picture frame !
Finding me is not as dicult, as you think it to be.
Our rendezvous of old has perforated,
You can spot me just around the corner of the
And submerged the sands of time in the tar
and mortar of the URABN WILDERNESS..... jetting out edges of corporate buildings and
jagged surroundings.
So just steer clear of this concrete jungle,
As my imagination wanders through this
jungle of lifeless structures; And the next alien place you find, is now my new
home forever.....
I find you with your elders losing luster, hope
and happiness,
Neither looking forward nor brimming with
life,
You're rather lost in a jungle created by you,
me and yesterday.
I find you, with your head down, staring at
your hands;
Now just a shadow of your past.
Trees grew here, but shrubs planted by the
inhabitants are all that remains here.

A life for the kind of me;
The ruler of the sky if not possible here ---
then where.
Always aim at perfection for only
Please tell me a misty fallacy;
then will you achieve excellence
- J.R.D. Tata

38 Volume-VII, 2019 "Education is the ability to listen to almost anything
without losing your temper or your self-condence." - Robert Frost