10 years of glory I have seen
Knowledge other than studies on which I have been keen.
Let go teachers and talking to boys in the class
Girls I used to sight through my glass.
Sighting it was not though exact
Their beauty was so much intact
Looks were that of a Barbie doll
But looking at them was a highway toll.
Looking at those girls
used to remind me of models
In nostalgia it is like
I have been at the McDowell’s.
Though a shy person in prime
Shifted to another place that time
See a new classmate
I fell for a low rate
Now they are my good friends
And there has been a change of trends
I go to college to spend
4 years of joy time
Whiling away moments
I am running out of words to rhyme
Decency was in every drop of mine
I asked myself whether I was fine
Writing such a poem was not my idea
What’s the matter who looks the criteria
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