That morning
just after the rain
Sun was
fighting to rule again
Wind were
blowing in pain
Mother Earth
was about to relive and regain
Yes that was
one of the wonderful days
I was loving
the unpronounceable language
I was loving
the crowd full of different age
Bus was
running on its own pace
To help
passenger complete their race
I was one of
them
Distinctly
different but somewhat same
Just like
others I reached the destination
Baggage full
of anxiety and emotions
The campus
was full of inviting greenery
Reminding me
of an artist scenery
All in
business formals
Trying to
look different from normal
No known
faces
Only “Can we
be friends” type glances
I searched
for a lone chair
To make I am also alone pair
My eyes
searching for “Just like me”
But everyone
seems to be buzy bee
But I loved
everything of that day
Coz it was
my first “Professional Day”
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