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At the stadium

The sun had risen,
high up the sky,
blazing with intensity,
the circumference filled with students.

The clear blue sky,
with snowy white clouds,
was endearing at sight,
from the edge of the stadium.

While we were all awaiting,
the arrival of the chief guest,
to start the day,
by hoisting our proud flag,
we spent memorable time ,
with each other!

While she had hoisted our flag,
drum beats roared and
the true spirit of our college
was awoken within us!

We saw pretty girls get ready,
with tiny skirts and caps,
for the ceremonial march past.

It was hundred pairs of feet,
marching in unison to the tune of
the thunder beats and
twenty four coloured flags
rising high up in the sky!

We all applauded as it was
a very beautiful sight.
The sportsmanship was revealed
by lighting the huge Olympic lamp
which glowed like the spirits within us.
And inspired us to blaze
like the lamp in spite of the heavy winds.

Balloons of mauve and white,
were let high up in the clear sky
which towered over the circular grounds
flying with freedom in the air.
It was at the nature's peak to watch
a huge eagle swooping gently
among the balloons circling the stadium.

While the students outshone
in karate and yoga,
won in relays and hurdles,
it was blissful to watch the
winner's smile which kindled
within us, an urge to win!

It was a memorable day
which I can ever remember,
and a day creased in the pages of my life!
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  1. veerFebruary 1, 2011 at 4:15 AM

    thats warm to read..events stick in memories as this one..brings back green moments for me..

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  2. G's worldFebruary 1, 2011 at 6:13 AM

    true! true! thank you! :)

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  3. lathaFebruary 15, 2011 at 8:57 AM

    amazing..This takes me to my schooldays when we partook in the sports events walking the march past with zeal and the team spirit we had the way we enjoyed the games unmindful of the blazing sun ....congrats gayathree.

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