The sounds of music, the giggles and pranks ,
the self clicked pics of them shy and franks,
The sounds are low and the pranks not there
The lonely roads mark, end of a year….
The soulless quads, pool room is free
An empty atrium, and a clueless me !!!
Where have you gone, my dearest friends
With whom I roamed here hand in hands..
Some vehicles entered and left the place
They took all fun that filled this space
The vacant classrooms – they seem so dry
The lifeless campus now bids goodbye!!!
But it soon will fill with fresh new souls
some beaming faces will take these roles
The classrooms will get flooded again
with CP masters and sleepy brains..
The camera clicks will reach their high
The facebook page will go then live
The guest lectures and Harvard case,
Some desperate mails will flood e-space.
And life will build its pace again
as new ones walk down ISB lane….
The awesome buildings, roads and trees
Luxurious spaces , that one would see..
Ah!! That’s not what is ISB….
The lively souls – with mind so free
Who take this hard life for glory…
it’s they who make it ISB..
Its WE who make it ISB….