Winding up my work,
Folding all the documents,
Caught hold of a paper,
Stuck in between the files,
Crushed and crumpled,
Torn and tattered,
I pulled it to throw away,
On second thought opened it,
Startled and staggered,
I gazed at it,
I read it ,
Not once but twice,
I went through it again,
My eye balls came out,
My jaws threw open,
My neck stretched further,
It was,it was——-,
A precious note,
A dear one,
Most valuable,
It was my honours degree,
Well, I myself have forgotten,
Years ago,I clinched the top rank,
Received a gold medal from the chancellor.
I went back some three and a half decades,
Visualised the day in great intensity,
A sprightly young girl hopping on to the stage,
Oh! What a remarkable day it was.
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