Poetic Vibes

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 ...

In my room. My room is my shelter, my home, Where I live and roam. It is the place where, l play ; Remain safe and feel slay. When I come inside, through the room door, I feel comfortable more; Nobody in my room lives here, Except for me and my things there. My belongings are full in my room, Which I have to clean and broom. No one other of my things rather; Only about my things, I have to bother. I have a bed where, I sleep and rest. I keep clean my pillows and blanket, keep it aside on my bed; So, it doesn't feel like a fest! Facing towards the east there is a windowpane, At least, from where my room air gains. Keep it fresh and fragrance filthy, So I feel to breathe healthy. Full of books and study belongings, there is a table, Where I sit on a chair to be able; To do my deeds, As I like to write and read! In my table, I have a stuffed toy; that brings inside me a joy. Loneliness in me disappear, When I se...