Engineering Days

Swati Suman
2 min readMay 5, 2020

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A Narrative Prose

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Having so many dreams
My path came to a great esteem
When academics connected to engineering.

Questions drowned into my mind
For my entrance into this domain behind
Storms of feelings blew with uncertainty
To the selection of engineering
“Gurukul Of Knowledge” with great divine.

Lush green grasses with tall trees
Encompassing the campus
Vision gazing the beauty with magnum opus
And that jinx of amazing excitement within
Engulfed to the thought of “Placement Recruiters.”

Bagging around all these head eaters
I placed myself into the campus
And became an engineering creature
Feelings of enthusiasm bloomed in mind
As the Gurukul serves to be a place
To which career gets well — defined.

Yearly fests of technical and social
Kept zests of individuals on cloud nine
To which one stretches their wings
To dream to soar in epitome heights
Campus of knowledge buzzed with excellence
Students sharing retreat of knowledge with benevolence.

Being a part of the engineering campus
Made me glow into a bulb
As the subject I opted was slyly difficult..!

Electronics — I chose as the subject
And this subject to me has its own sets
Hard and harder to project
Circuits revolved into our minds
By moving each step ahead —
We forget the behind..!

Almost all the branches
Be it Civil, Electrical, etc witnessed the same
It’s just we ought to step ahead
Inculcating knowledge with utmost devotion.

Electronics ahead fuses me like tube light
Making head swirl lighter and alight
Hence, by keeping the clock aside
Readings of literature works
Relished the situation with ease and delight
Somewhere I discovered — it’s the writing where my heart relied.

To everyone out there
Whose a graduate or in phase of graduating
You all owe few of the memories
In relation to the hours captured, hours bunked
To the mimicry carried out
And lectures which caught off your eyes
To the knowledge gained and shared
An alms of talents experienced in graduating days.

The days buried in The Gurukul
Knowledge, Talents, Crafts, Friendship, Placement
Served as ingredients year to year
Peace beholding affection and knowledge
Occupied a thematic space
Henceforth —
The days passes grappling futuristic steps ahead..!

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Swati Suman
Swati Suman

Written by Swati Suman

In the rhythm of words, I try to unfold life. Thoughtful expressions in Philosophy, Science, Humanities. Compassion above All. Email: swatis.writes@gmail.com

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