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School life.

School life.


I started my journey by crying in my mother's lap;
As without her, a second was a life gap.
I was a little kid of small age,
Whose stupid mind thought that school is a cage!

It was the first day of my school life,
when my education was going to be alive.
I got me dressed,
A half shirt with which my trousers were glaced!

In the morning assembly,
We pray;
And say God to make this
Feel a beautiful day!

I met with new friends,
and enjoyed a lot;
School is such a beautiful place,
 Before I never thought!

Between the classes we got a break;
We all friends sat together and ate.
Snatching each other meal became a norm,
Without which, the real fun has gone!

One day we use to thought school life is tedious,
But the memories today make me feel it precious!
I remembered the classrooms, benches and the blackboard;
and the window from which we can see the road.

My mind, take a trip down to memory lane,
I recalled the windowpane;
From where I can see the clouds rain,
In winter, the grasses in the ground get dew drain.

I knew the mango tree inside our campus;
Stealing mangoes with buddies was our status.
We were chased by the guards,
Of which our sweet memory in our mind lasts.

One day we grown up,
It was the last day in our school,
To get everyone shown up!

We were thankful to our teachers,
Staffs and guards for teachings we bath;
Whose blessings took our career and life,
To a beautiful path!

Finally the day came to be split of.
While stepping out from the school campus;
My soul was playing an acoustic tone;
Feelings of sorrows were getting blown!

From laughing to crying,
This beautiful journey has come to an end;
It makes me feel the pain,
Because the memory in the mind still remains!
                                                                                                -Indrajit.

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