A poem about the golden old school days.
Let me tell you a story of the times we spent together,
Bit-n-pieces of those school days I remember,
Bulk of the time w spent- we spent it around somewhere,
Only those friends you could say that they stay with you forever —– so,
Take out the uniform that you last wore
Brush up the memories of that corridor
May be there’s a gateway through our heart
That takes us to our favourite part –
Few steps down the lanes
VMS and broken panes-
In memory fresh it stays.
Welcome back the school days
All that we want to have – we want to have it ourselves
But the value of us here does not ever leave out school friends
Just clean up your cupboard and just dust up all your bookshelves
Greetings and birthday wishes for a duration that never ends – so,
Sometimes I think of all the crap that came by
Still I long for them but cannot reason why
Simply put – joy, woe, pain and fun
Tears and laughter – all in one –
No I am not nostalgic
Just missing the sheer magic
In memory fresh it stays-
Welcome back the school days.
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