A Young Lady’s Ode to Her Place of Internship

The assignments, the homework,
The projects, the reports
The files on my desk,
Piling up into forts;

The gossip, the chatter,
The chit-chats in the halls,
The moans, the wails
On boss’s angry calls;

The friends, the mentors,
The teachers and gurus,
The clients, the meetings,
Cakes, food, and booze;

The arguments, the fights,
The jealousy and pride,
The plans for afterparties
Aur vo auto ki ride..

Nahi Bhoolungi main, jab tak hai jaan…
Jab tak hai jaan…

(I will not forget so long as I live).

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