Hymn To My Alma Matter Poem by punsara amarasinghe

As I walk across this empty hall
I look back, count my last steps in this school, my sanctuary.
I’ve walked this path many times, but it’s different now.
With each step, each echo…
I leave here a memory, a laugh, a cry, a part of myself.
I feel empty, as I pour out my feelings.
A last reminisce, a last cry, and finally,
A smile.
As I open the door, I pause for one more moment.
And I think to myself…
I’m going to start anew, fresh, another beginning.
I’m going to right my wrongs,
And become a better person.
As this chapter of my life comes to an end,
As this last teardropp falls,
As this last step is taken,
As this smile fades away,
I promise myself this:
I always and forever will be
A man of books and deeds...........!
Oh, mother Royal.,
I venerate thee.......................1