Amidst the cloud of seven sisters
The sun fails to peek,
Never did I know I could lose
The count of the days of a week.
Between the class and the hostel
The hustling footsteps shuttle,
Never was it this new
As focus fades and sleep does settle.
Within the walls that are hallowed
There are people I could miss;
Friends and family that are new
The feeling that remains is bliss.
Beneath the serenity of nature
It feels peaceful to stay,
2 weeks gone and 2 years to go
Make it worthy I pray!
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