the first day is sorrowful, shedding tears
and angry on parents,
But, now i miss those days of glorious,
it was like a dreamland
the excitement of new session book and dress
a moment of glee and making the class a mess on teachers absence,
i believe lunch time was better time
no cuisine or any dish can be ever better than
the school lunch,
four hands in on tiffin was no less than a crime,
the unbearable maths teacher
no wonder had always made me sick,
the poor grade exams of last bench
left with tears to shed,
pointing out the last bench was a feeling of care
playing in the ground even after the bell goes
was amazing,
mimicking a new teacher was so fun,
making areoplane with paper
and throwing out from the window was joyful,
one absent from your bench was a moment of grief,
i miss those days of early wake up's
i miss those golden days where we used to learn new thing,
i totally agree that school is our second home,
and its overlasting memories left us with a mark,
S