Thick books in our bulging bags,
We slouch around attracting stares;
Trying our best to be full of zeal,
We climb the dreadful stairs with each heel;
After reaching the peak of Mount Everest,
We enter our class with much distress;
“Good Morning,” some greet,
“Good Night,” the others would shriek!

Cells dancing to the beat,
Newton eats dosas three;
As John Keats romances Cleopatra,
Marc Antony does the Macarana!

Eyes on our watches,
We would die for ‘time passes’;
At last, our alarms would go off,
It is eight-fifteen, we cannot last
Full of energy, we yell and scream,
Running to Cafe Venezia for some Ice-cream;

“Bye!” we would cry,
Acting like we would die;
Out come the cell phones,
Making our last wishes known;
“Good Night,” we would bid,
Heaven, oh please forbid,
A day like this in university,
All we want is some peace and harmony!