Sunday, November 20, 2011


Manipal,. You have thousand tales to say..
Never thought that I would have words to pay..
The birds, nested earlier here, have flew away..
Your elegance, the green bangles, have been shattered..
Every bit of you have been coined, people call it points..
I may eventually getover, but the spirit is always there..
It's not you, we get inspired here by each passing day..
This isn't a obituary, it's a melody, you made us croon..
Times fade, we walk, you be forever, forever..