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Schooldays Western and Graduation Classics

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Schooldays Western and Graduation Classics

Brought up from the womb of schooldays
Where memories still frames those mischief plays
Stuck with the thoughts of dreaming holly bolly babes
Comparing the beauties from among the best
The out and out gist, one surely misses those garlopholic days.

The morning alarm runs the cold water hot
Breakfast served and then the sprint
To reach before the nine forty bell.
Literature lecture the morning Yawn, followed by
Critical calculations the creation of few jobless mankinds.
Easy to know the solar system only from books, but
One need to fight against hurdles, to go round the globe.
The fruit that proved the gravitation, and the man who saw,
Keeping rest of the things constant, how come he didn’t notice before
Other things to fall ??
Subjects all seemed to me having an inter-relationship
And lastly this chain is known as history with mystery.

Immature mind yet a manly look
Smoking fag with creative thoughts
No idea how large the peg
Yet felt proud to say, ‘I finished 750 ml alone without a vomit break’.
A hint to know the word ‘C’,
And then I thought of kindergarten days
Where I learnt, C is for Cat,
Was it a fake?

Crazy things and Quarter to quarter girlfriends
Tears shifted to the word sex.
Yummy dreams with sorts of vulgarity
Wings started to spread but keeping in mind the fidelity.

Bohemian time and three more irresponsible years
Had to reach anyhow before the rays reaches
Principal’s eyes.
British age classrooms and railway station fans
High degree oldie professors and their sleeping pills lectures
Boredom same gender batch mates and that regular back gate
The awaited smudged horizon, suddenly brightens
The first one to appear used to have hundreds of eyes and mind respect.

A rare macaw time now
Bunch of responsible days to come
Stressed with few kicked off past and framed memories
Westerns and classics are now changing to a routine life.
Weekend alcoholic night and a morning sleepy Sunday
Followed by a workaholic Monday to Friday.

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  1. Date: 3/26/2010 5:57:00 PM
    Congrats on your win

  1. Date: 3/19/2010 2:51:00 PM
    what a marvelous verse but not a bit funny? To truthful to be funny? So raw and different. I always enjoy your writes. Light & Love

  1. Date: 3/18/2010 12:00:00 PM
    congrats on the win!!

  1. Date: 3/18/2010 10:18:00 AM
    Awesome #3 spot poem, congratulations Swairik. Agape, Moses

  1. Date: 3/18/2010 9:36:00 AM
    congrats on your win faleshia

  1. Date: 3/18/2010 6:12:00 AM
    Sleeping pills lectures, been there Congrats on your win

  1. Date: 3/18/2010 12:12:00 AM
    Congratulations Swairik, on your win 3rd place win in the Poetry Soup member contest, “Make my HEAD fall off (L . O . L) Contest Sponsored by: ad Adelana[]”. Smiles, Dane Ann