She was upstairs
I froze and stared
Her movement described her angelic form
Every little step she moved
Made my heart a beat

As she went into the hostel
So my eye also mimicked
In my brain full of her images
How do I dig her heart, I thought
To her image my words sprouted “I have not yet seen Eden
Where Adam and Eve once lived
People claim it was beautiful
But then who planted this Eden on this campus
Will I one day step on this Eden?
I must mine this golden Eden”