My Journey In Pune.

The hub of education,

With its cultural foundation.

To say the least,

It’s the Oxford of the East.

Vada Pavs and spicy Missal,

The memories at Pune Central.

The enjoyment at E square,

Which you may not get elsewhere.

The Celebration of Ganeshotsav,

With pure devotion and love.

The city’s garnd carnival,

The never ending festival.

The real charm this city gains,

When it begins to rain.

The party and the gala,

The quick trips to Lonavla.

The coffee at midnight,

When the city is quiet.

 The time with friends,

Where fun never ends.

The early morning alarms,

The missing notes during exams.

The taunts and insults,

After those shocking results.

The city survived the bakery blast,

Nor did the Swine flu last.

It’s the fighting spirit,

That never accepts defeat.

Now its my last semester,

Parting time coming closer.

I ll never forget this phase,

Of my wonderful college days.

The love you gave me,

The lessons you taught me.

I might be going away,

But I ll never forget you Pune.