On the winding roads of life,
We have learnt to manoeuver,
The vehicle of our being;
And yet through every turn we make,
We keep looking for a milestone that would say,
Take Right for Jharipani.
Walking through The Mall of acquaintances,
Whom we have got used to calling our circle,
We know in our hearts,
We never really made a true friend;
Once we walked down the slope,
And dispersed into swarm of the world.
In the Fancy Fair of life,
We still try to find a silent corner,
Where along with a few friends,
We try to hide ourselves;
And act as if we are the only ones,
Twisting arms & turning some racing acorns.
– Kanishka Mallick (1996 Batch)
1990s Kanishka Mallick Poetry Reunion 2017