lie my literature
books.perfectly bounded
neatly covered in
brown.
They are my proud
possession, been
with me for years
right from my
college days,
Those days,
how I read line by line
the poems and dramas.
how much I enjoyed,
how well I performed,
History Of English Literature
a wholesome edition,
a bit of a drab, one of facts
posed a challenge, had to go through
with effort to sit for examinations.
As I turn the pages
I go back to my classrooms.
the voice of my professor
reading the play
“AS You Like It” lingers.
It being one of the comedies
of Shakespeare, excites
bears lot of fun,.The professor
becomes involved, thinks herself
as Rosalind, she goes into a frenzy.
As memories crowd ,
I keep back the books
again in order. Might be,
the next time, I reach out
I should spend little more time.
Ah! the good old days.
Meenas Poems 