Ned Times

Our days at NED are about to end,
This moment is strange, strange blend,
Of pleasure and pain,
Of sunlight and rain.

When we first came to NED ways,
I still remember those early days,
What dreams we had in our eyes,
What hopes we had of touching skies,
You may think that we were naïve,
But dreams and hopes are still alive.


NED times were full of life,
It was all love and no strife,
How carefree were all those days,
Still locked up in my gaze.


Corridors, canteens, benches, stairs,
Labs, library, classes and its chairs,
Teachers, friends and some pretty faces,
All have left their indelible traces.

How swiftly the four years have gone-by,
I hardly realized its time to say good-bye.
But no good-bye to the rhythms and rhymes,
Of Ned times, Ned times, Ned times………..