The Experience

A poem that was a result of the collaboration between my dear buddies from school – Prem Rajan and Nirmal Kumar - and me. Recently, I stumbled upon an old school collection of mine, and found this poem (and more) in it. I have absolutely no recollection of this poem and naturally so (it was written when we were in class VIII). It was a real pleasant surprise to read these old works of ours and I wanted to share this news with them. But it was already past midnight, and I had little hope of catching up with them right away. Still hopeful, I logged onto to Google Talk and luckily Nirmal was online. Within seconds, I was able to share this news with him. Again, the thoughts of the past made us marvel at the advancements in technology. Here I am, at the middle of the night, able to share the news with my friend miles away from me that I have stumbled upon an old poem jointly written by us. ‘Me of 1998’ would not have believed this :-)

The Experience

Thinking it a dream,
Made me scream;
How wonderful is the dream?

There was a stream,
As white as cream,
Between the trees of green.

Saw a ferocious tigress,
And a skinny rhinocerous,
The roar of the lion in that place,
Created a fear in my face.

By Prem Rajan,
Nirmal Kumar,
Ragavendran
Written when in Class VIII
Year 1997