Four Years

My amateurish attempt at poetry. Comments and suggestions to improve are more than welcome.

"Four Years"

“Congratulations,” they say,

“You are now a graduate

from IIT Bombay.”

As they complement me on surviving

4 years of gruesome engineering,

I wonder

Was it really four years

Of lightening, storm and thunder?

No! They were four years

of learnings and becomings,

and unlearnings and unbecomings.

Of proud moments and humble realizations,

and unforeseen revelations

about me, myself and I

and the world around me,

the sun, the moon and the sky.

Four years of experimentation -

successes and appalling disasters.

Of constant introspection and reflection

on sea shores and in pastures

Years of pure sloth and lethargy

Filled with activity and energy

Of emotional highs and lows

and egotist blows.

Stretching our boundaries tight,

and exploring all possibilities

with all our might

Years that defined our identities!

Four years

of my existence

or, my existence

of four years?