School Days
School, about which everyone has different taste
For all children it is not a waste
Grows up to learn, write, and play
And to make statues with clay…..
Days of schooling are the valuable days to remember
Might be of Jan, Sept or December
Where every child comes to join
Forgetting that who has how much of coins
Starts from the Morning Prayer
And the songs which we sing
Assembly ends with the lectures of principal
Considered as the king…
Each day comes with a bright glow
We go to the school in the bus
In which the driver makes the horn blow
So fast the 8 periods pass away
And then everyone goes their own way..
12 years have gone and we are grown ups now
We wonder how fast the years have passed
We ended the last day of the school
With a party blast….
Everyone had tears in eyes to leave the school, teachers and friend
But each one was determined to work hard
For what they had planned
Promising to keep in touch; we sadly scattered
But still in our hearts, the school glittered
Might be one day after long time,
When I meet my friends and ask;
“How are you?”
Who knows if they mix up the letters and say
“Who are you?”
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