The Melancholic Monolith

Upon the banks of Umiam Lake, where tales of love's grandeur and heartache doth reside,
A university student bus of North Eastern Hill University, a repository of memories and dreams,
Lies in eerie stillness, a melancholic reminder of days long since passed.

The old and rusted Mahindra truck, its frame decayed and wheels now mute,
Doth repose upon the shore, a vestige of a bygone era's destiny.
The wind doth howl and moan, a lugubrious melody,
As if to intone of sorrows yet undisclosed, of love stories unrequited and unexpected, of jealousy and sacrifice.

The truck doth repose upon the shore, alone,
A silent observer to the fleeting days,
A monument to times long since departed.
And yet, its corroding frame doth still exhibit
A semblance of beauty, concealed deep within,
A spark of vitality, now interred in its metal.

For though the truck doth seem a thing of metal,
A lifeless lump of steel upon the shore,
It holds within its frame a narrative to narrate,
A chronicle of journeys and experiences, of love and loss.
And though its wheels may never move again,
It still doth bear the traces of where it hath been.

For though the truck doth repose upon the shore,
Its past doth persist in the rust and dents,
A tale of odysseys, trials, and more.
And though its fate may seem insignificant,
It still doth occupy a niche within our hearts,
A recollection of what once played its role.

For though the truck doth repose upon the shore,
A vestige of a bygone era's destiny,
It still doth hold a significance, forevermore.
A symbol of the journeys we undertake, the dreams we chase,
A testament to life's ephemerality,
A reminder of our own transience.

And so, upon the banks of Umiam Lake,
The decrepit and corroded Mahindra truck doth repose,
A silent observer to the winds that shake,
A symbol of the grandeur and heartache of love,
A reminder of our own transience,
A testament to life's ephemerality.