Beholding the night sky
She lay awake...
The sound of the Rustling leaves
In the soft breeze
melt her heart...
Memories came tumbling... .
the sweet giggles,
the hushed murmurs...
Rushing over the corridors,
Sleepy afternoons,
Bunking lectures,
Noisy mess hours....
Time had flown
She was alone....
The place had gone bare
With just her...
She was the “portrait”
At the college square...
