This poem comes as a tribute to the four years of companionship, four years of reluctant pedagogy, four years of growth, four years of utter frivolity, and to the life that is...MNNIT.It's an era spanning
A lifetime of reminiscing.
It's a period of growth,
Of learning, of acceptance, of troth.
It's an epoch of mechanical
Engg, of discovering a world practical.
We are a system designed
To adapt to customs unrefined.
And cast into moulds resolute
To our goals, we are put en route.
Tempered under conditions rough,
To strengthen matter, to make it tough.
Machined to a degree impeccable
We stand tall, yet humble.
And now the testing begin
That sands of time will surely sing.
It's a saga of flaw and fest,
It's manufacturing at it's best.
