My Love My Presidency

The dry soft leaves that touch my skin,
The moist wet sweat that hangs on my chin,
The dust that chooses to travel to my class,
The dew that smiles when i pass those blades of grass,
The huge staircase where netaji fell,
The smoky canteen where lives dwell,
The corners and turnings where strangers meet,
The wide open doors where waiting moms seat,
The air that rings with the laughter of youth,
The fields that welcome all to play and hoot,
The wide open corridors where winds can sigh,
The patches of beautiful green against the free sky.
Every block of stone holds its special place,
Patiently serving the edifice and its space.
The huge campus so overwhelmingly my own,
This is the tree that my predecessors had sown,
As every moment spent here passes by,
As every single day goes,
I love the place ever more,
Drinking every drop this paradise pours...............