Linger

And here at last
On the shores of the sea
Comes the end of that past.

But the lady love cries loud
And the horn blowing hard in mind
Trembling her hearts pound.

Lost thee have thou strength
But glowing I see this hope
I say, “Nothing can last this length”.

The shadow has swayed, she howls
Victory is near in time
Mellowing the harsh growls

Losing thy are in both ways
For death is imminent for thou soul
The light of the life as now parts away

But thy shall not accept this
For thee must linger on
In darkness and in lonely bliss.

An ode to FMS :)

A Great B School!
These are not my words
But of all herds
An eon of existence
A story of persistence
Marked by the red bricks
The shine on the board pricks
A small campus as it may seem
Enshrouds a behemoth community indeed
Life and soul of this is MSA
As revealed in all blood assays
Students are its shine
Who can easily be reached online
Faculty is its great asset
With the teaching preset
There are no limits to work
And no place lies in murk
Case studies, Seminars, presentations
Are no mere ostentations
And with parties galore
All facets of life here allure
What to talk of placements
They are sure part of merriments
CRAP tolls the bell
And all fall into spell
The school is diverse
And each society has vast verse
Finsoc is the school baron
Marksoc, the corporate charon
Parxis keeps the right axis
With E cell having great lexis
Syssoc never lets the system down
We now have Consulting Club protective gown
Marcus has its own niche
And NBG is no cliché
And please don’t forget the Convention
The school is harbinger in invention
The corporate awe this alma mater
And strong alumni is in the platter
The name is etched so high
Everyone wants a share of this pie
Conjuring I am, all you able bodies
To add to the glory and riches
For an everlasting and enduring progress
Of this great B School.