ANANTHA LAKSHMI MAM

   only one class made me turn into myself .ya,it is my beloved mam Mrs.Anathalakshmi whose lecture could not resist my pen to pen this poem....................

her face with charm

             lightens our english class

her class makes us calm

             which is as clear as glass

her speech so rhetoric

            aims our aimless thought

her eyes when chronic

            shoots our sleep at heart

which made me reflect

          is her first class itself

to become an intellect

          with much care for myself

HI!SREERAM IS BACK WITH HIS ALL COLOURFULL AND ALL CREATIVE THOUGHTS.NOW THIS POEM ABOUT MY NEW HOSTEL OF GODAVARI INSTITUTE OF ENGINEERING AND TECHNOLOGY.

A HOSTEL FOR COLLEGE TRIO

        GIER,GIET AND CIET

BUT ONLY A COLONEL LEO

       KEEPS THE HOSTEL ALRIGHT

GREEN LUSH ALL AROUND

      LEAVES A PEACEFUL SIGHT

MIND AND BODY LIES SOUND

     WITH A JOG AFTER NIGHT

OUR ENERGY AS AN ASSET

      DRIVES US ROUND THE GROUND

GRAB THE BOOKS FROM CLOSET

      STUDY THEM WITH NO BOUND

SENIORS AS OUR ELITE

      GUIDES US WITH CARE

FILLED WITH RARE DELIGHT

      WE HOPPED LIKE A HARE