An ode to Class X-D

It goes as far as this
With no scale to define and
guaranteed; no memory left devoid
Of the time of inexplicable,
unfathomable, unadulterated thrill
So even as this errand stares
right into notre visage
we strive to look ahead.
This is a tribute to our (to-be) freedom,
Our will.
And as the clock ticks away 20 days
we focus on the month beyond
Come April, we’ll squander away
every minute in our best spirit
This is a tribute to our sacrifice,
Our plight.
It comes back to the point
It wanders for a while.
And then the notion
of the copious graveyard shifts
sends shivers down our spines.
But we endeavor to maintain
Our identity, our image.
This is a tribute to our
Inner-active-geek,
Our workaholic days.
Merci.