The Undergraduate
He runs around the campus premises
All of his life, but the gate were closed all the time.
The wall is too high though he tries to jump
And the sentry is very rough inquires the documents.
He holds only his tattered certificate of birth
And it's already expired it seems for the enrollment.
(I dedicate this poem to Virginia Tech Campus victims.)
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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