Re-living that special day

Rays of day's early light streaming down,
this ordained day on this City of Destiny,
Are these nostalgic hordes of alumni or
army's platoons rising in joyous mutiny?

A special reunion in mater's holy precincts,
Emotions, as each remember and reflect,
A teacher in tears as she hugs the past,
students bow and bend over in respect.

As one finds a long lost friend or a flame
hugs, back-slaps and gaiety among rest,
A few sit aside to speak of future vision,
While others await an unknown chief guest!

Secrets are unveiled as a car drives up,
Out comes a man of age and frail entity,
The ever revered first Principal of KVM,
Held in high esteem for his quiet dignity.

Ceremonies begin, men of stature on stage,
MCs, elegant and comely, hold all captivated.
Lamp lighting marks the start, prayer brings
nostalgic tears leaving our souls rejuvenated.

Rousing speeches for minds to open, uncover
a souvenir, bound to be a collector's delight
Honours for ones that taught and guided us,
owe our progress to these beacons of light.

Brief interlude for what we crave, food
for thought sessions on KVMAA mission,
as dusk falls, let's honour organisers, their
magnum opus of dedication and passion.

Campfire to light up a day of happenings, an
evening to reminisce, take in all the warmth,
Raw talent in moving body parts on display,
a most delicious meal follows to add to girth.

What a day it was, this twenty seventh of
december: memories, purpose and context,
Once in a life experience, never shall fade,
Do wish another soon under some pretext.

My heart yearns for more of the same,
O! How it yearns for more n more n more

Sreeram ('80)