My School
One afternoon while cleaning the cupboard,
encountered my old school magazine,
in a flash came all the feelings,
the intimate feeling when we were
togetter, playing,enjoyed studing.
sharing our precious time and cheerful memories togetter,
make my heart light as the beautiful feather.
you know all good things which come to an end,
I hope our collections of mements dont come to an end,
because it belongs to both our quiet moments and tensions.
i really detested the moment when we had to part,
as it will leave emptiness in my heart...
I am proud of my school; which are having at least may be a golden and silver rules.
principle strict and fair, who guided us every time.
teachers who were strict and very just,
who nutured knowledge in us,
it signifies peace and love to all,
isnt that more than enough?
centpercent results came into limelight, our school isnt it very bright?
caste and creed of each and everykind,
had no place for discrimination in the mind.
jealousy and falseness thrown out of mind,
love and share u shall find
with our little hearts greeting always kind.
in activities we were best,
applauded we got with fill zest.
trophiees,awards,medals and cups,presented to us.
its the same old school which i stepped out 7yrs ago,
gone are those beautiful memories,
shall cherish them forever...
Copyright © Pooja Mitter | Year Posted 2011
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