(One of my best friends is in Indian Institute of Technology (IIT). She sent the above picture in our group chat one day. So I wrote this poem from her POV.)
I went down my dorm tonight,
walking my college walk.
Commonsense and I in a fight,
a caffeine-driven, heated talk.
A quick jolt, my eyes fell on
a lone heart in my path-
laid bare to be walked upon,
start an unmeant blood bath?
'No, no,' I let myself lean.
You see I was sleep deprived.
'Was it a heart of teeny tiny green
leaves, total a hundred-five?
Oh yes, you read it right,
just as I double rubbed my eyes.
Indeed, a greeny heart at night
An era of dreams on paths, not skies :(
Anyways, I did what I could-
Clicked a pretty picture on my phone,
walked around it wide and good,
uploaded it, let it be known.
Liza wrote, 'Oooo, pretty,'
Insta likes, single IITians sighed,
Hamna put it on dp.
Fight 'Movie or assignment?' resumed inside.
- Zaynab
14 September 2023
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