How long have I waited for this day?
Twelfth pass paved me the way
Picturesque Ooty to cotton city
Experiences were all witty
From hill top to lower plains
Adaption was in grains
First experiences becomes too many
First day hostel, class not to miss any
Legion of people to make new ties
Only women were visible to our eyes
Unity in diversity gets its meaning
As people of all states starts weaving
Yearning for the first talk
Fearing that friends would mock
To make friends with girls, we rush
Plenty reasons to blush
From strict teachers to friendly staff
We hold reverence on students’ behalf
Secret gossips to malicious slander
Ups and downs were things to ponder
First love buds and blooms
The echoes are still in our class rooms
Friends bonding were made stronger
To carry our friendship longer
To keep in touch we all did try
Is there anyone in farewell didn’t cry?
From docile adolescence to pure sense
Thank you, Coimbatore for all the reminiscence.
As usual!! Lovely Karthi
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