Now that I’m left with the task to write,
Lines for our meetup three decades later,
Committing myself to desk for a rare night,
I start to feel my wings of memory flutter.
My mind drifts back to a University called Nankai,
Stranded in a northern municipality by the sea;
I remember, upon arrival, hopping off the bus at Balitai,
Muttering to a pre-dawn darkness: where can it be?
With a pounding heart, I marveled at my new journey,
With a queer curiosity and ambitions galore;
Young and brash, I easily learned to dally,
Enjoying my new life like never before.
Imagine a reunion after thirty long years,
When we’re bound to share our laughter and tears!
First time away from home, for me at least,
We were like birds out of the cage;
Soaring freely in the sky, west and east,
And masquerading on our own stage.
A generation spared of pain and toil,
We may have no wound to lick;
Nonetheless, being the last crop of the old soil,
We often lacked what’s called chic.
We were blessed with some talented teachers,
While others were more or less mundane.
Some imparted knowledge, to avid learners,
And some never failed to entertain.
Ask me about the four years in Tourism Department,
It was a worthy time, in, if not academics, merriment.