Ode to IIT MADRAS

From the gates where dreams first whispered low, To the tall green trees that watched us grow, IIT Madras—more than just a name, You lit our spark, you stoked our flame. In CLT's silence, knowledge took its form, And CRC’s lights burned through every storm. At GC, hearts found voices in the night, While Himalaya fed both belly and delight. The Hostel Zone—oh, what a sacred land, Where friendships bloomed unplanned and grand. From Saras to Mandak, Godav to Tapti, Every wall holds memories of who we used to be. In lab coats worn with sleepy eyes, We chased the sun, we touched the skies. In the corridors of CS and ME, We wrote our future silently. The lake stood still, but saw it all, Our quiet tears, our loudest call. Deer crossed paths as if to say, "Slow down, you’ll miss today." O Guru’s canteen and night mess tea, How you served more than just idli. O Sangam nights and Shaastra days, We lived our youth in countless ways. Now these drone wings rise with grace, Capturing every sacred place. But no lens could ever show, The depth of what we came to know. We entered with marks, unsure, unseen, We leave with dreams and hearts serene. O IITM, you shaped our core, You’re not a campus—you’re something more.