It is serene and sober,
Quiet and proper,
Graduates so sombre,
Spectators all eager,
To witness the graduation.
The chancellor leads
The Vice chancellor treads,
The Professors follow.
The retinue gets on stage.
To conduct the schedule.
Long speeches in a row,,
Crushingly slow,
Applauses all around ,
As the chancellor rises ,
To confer the prizes.
The scholars line up,
Awaiting the sign up,
As the names are called
They climb up ,
To receive the gold.
Watching with great awe,
Likening it to what we saw,
As it is a kindergarten graduation,
Organised with concentration,
A terrific grand show
The coveted honour ,
Goes to Nanda,
Who with a pointy hood ,
And in a five piece suit,
Walks up
To receive the honour.
A lovely convocation,
So original and typical,
So beautiful and radical,
To see the tiny tots .,
Graduate from Kindergarten
Meenas Poems 
2 replies on “Nanda’s Convocation”
Seems that no matter what grade you move from or to there must be a ceremony this days…rather waters down the real ones somehow to me….enjoyed you poem…brought a smile to my face as I visualized the event.
beautiful. After you, he is the only one who has attended a convocation. All your children got it via post. On another note, pristine poetry. a proud moment for the grandson and grandma. You just encapsulated what happened there. and in the best spirit oif writing you made me see. Yes i did see nanda walk up to get the honour. And surely you will see him get his PHD