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 *** 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.