Standing few yards,
Away from her gate.
In a foggy morning,
Waiting for her wait.
...
When I got tired of explaining
My innocence; With all my
Words; And all my sense.
...
Truest is my identity
Truest I'm here.
I'll not shy, I'll not pretend
Coz now I don't have any fear.
...
Came here with a dream
To be an IITian,
Later I realised
It is just as Utopian.
...
When I was a kid
I had few fears,
To be left alone in dark
With horrible nightmares.
...
There was a young kid
Used to wear yellowish shirt
Good in studies, yet scared
For his shirt was old and dirt.
...