P Ventakesh (LSS Delhi June 2005)
upon a week; The summer was at peak.
CCS gave a call; Invited one and all.
To be a resting bird; In a nest called Hamdard.
Topics had flavour; For participants to savour.
Free speech raised a toast; As silence paid the most.
Answers were given to questions unasked; In moments of reason, chaos
And food for thought; That nobody bought.
Buffet was laid to fill tummy; Without missing meals by mummy.
Bottles of water and cups of tea; Gave many reasons for glea.
Documentaries were a visual treat; Finding many bushes to beat.
Talent of participants was shown; As pumpkins were bought in market zone
Scholars House gave room for two; Attached bathroom and AC too.
Group games were the most fun; With ideas on a constant run.
Sangam Vihar we roamed around; Researching reality, fiction we found.
Pics were clicked in all poses; Of pretty faces and royal noses.
A final handshake, a short speech and a certificate; Made our day and
sealed our fate.
Some kissed and hugged; Others cried and laughed.
Exchanging numbers and promising to meet; We made the final retreat.
Even the heavens couldn't bear the sight; They broke into tears, it
rained that night.
Memories and thoughts we took away; Lived four lifetimes in four day.
A confession that i wish to express - 'If you want three letters to
change your life
Let those letters be LSS'.
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