Walking like a ghost, he often makes us chuckle,
Sharing his knowledge with co-mates,
Simple and quite is Mrs. Amrita,
Often dozing off as lectures start to feature,
A chicken-hearted and generous woman,
Puts forward queries and doubts, a persistent resistor,
Racing like an Olympiad competitor,
But living with dignity and pride, a true go-getter.
Mr. Karma sits at the back of the row,
Lecturers deliver, but she dictates,
Ensuring no student's education abates.
No stone unturned, no detail ignored,
Mrs. Pelden's drive and passion are never bored.
Restless person in the class,
Often yarns and snores like a pig,
But most witty and the weird.
Laughs and jokes in the social circle,
But when the night falls and all is quiet,
Speaks with eloquence and articulate mirth,
A critical mind, ICT enthusiast,
His love for writing and reading is the most robust.
Ms. Nidup Dolkar, the silent killer,
Knocks out anyone who mocks her,
Intelligent and resourceful,
Loo fan and junk food lover.
Mr. Sither Dorji, a bard sat in thought,
Calm at a moment and critical the next,
Never the wrong person to be messed with,
Teases women and loves to play,
Speaks with power and great dignity,
Mr. Dorji Drukpa, thought absorbent,
Man of few words, he remains aloof,
Focused on his journey, he never looks back,
Works hard, leaves no stone unturned.
Those were the friends in need and friends indeed for last two years in Lovely Professional University, Punjab, India.