We were sixteen
or maybe seventeen
When we started the class after tenth.
Some faces were old
and some were new
Trying to adjust
every now and then.

Some were cherished
Some were gloomy
Some trying to pretend
That they were okay.

I' ll tell you about
someone among
The people who were
Ready to sing or sung.

A boy in a NCC uniform
Holding a smile
On his face a lot.
I have heard
Some of the talks
Some from his mouth
And some on his back.

Portraying himself
As a rebellious kid
People taunts that
He is a useless kid.

Depend on the
Resources of father
And does not own
Small piece of wit.

Time pass by
Changes occurred
Now if he talks
Wisdom showers.

Travelling alone
With only songs
May be the melodies
Are only his home.



© Amitra