ALMA-MATER

When studying,

                             My mind sometimes wavers to past

                       & slowly then the spell of retrospect is cast 

                Come to my mind memories of things not many but one

                  And I wonder is that all for me to think, under the sun

                                                           May be I guess I am not that good at moving on

                                                             Which is why, all other things fail the criterion

                                                            The only thing that occupies my mind’s platter

                                                                 I must tell you know is my ALMA-MATER

                   Now! I won’t set out to tell you stories of yore  

                Coz you know! They are kind of ubiquitous & bore

              And as it is, story tellers are many but listeners scarce    

                 So words falling on deaf ears may just be a farce    
   

                                                           Hence, my purpose here is like a ‘tweet’

                                                             SHORT,       SIMPLE       &        SWEET

                                                          & that is to express the heartfelt gratitude

                                                           On behalf of Georgians of great multitude

                Thanks for the care you catered to us

               Thanks for bearing with our fuss & cuss

                  Thanks for being ever more tolerant

               Thanks for nursing us like our own parent

                                                        We may well say a billion thanks

                                                              But they may not suffice 

                                                          to satiate our sense of gratitude,

                                                        for such is your role in our making

                                             that we shudder to imagine our lives otherwise