Tin.. tin voice of the bell,
still rings in my brain's cell.
Shouts emerging from the classrooms,
still reminds about my childhood dreams.
Greetings the teacher,"Good Morning",
Reflectingly,provoke teacher's praising.
Their teaching always makes us joyful,
which later on, are very useful.
Assembling on the ground for prayer,
Nurture deep feelings about "The Creator".
Monotonous chorus songs of the prayer group,
Till date I cherish in my blood group.
Peeping of the teacher through the window,
Transform the room into a meadow.
Volume of the murmur intensify,
as the teacher step forward with shy.
Unrhythmic drill on saturday chilly morning,
Engulf every teacher with spirit of checking.
A hot eye stares at them,
who are really unfit for the team.
Treasure boxes of our school sits in a row,
to compose story on,"Fox and Crow".
On pen and paper, they displayed their creativity,
who are credited for their curricular activity.
Speeches of young participants on the forum,
gains cheering for their oration.
But, fumbling voice of other participants,
certainly were rewarded comments.
Kicking,hitting,dribbling are our House game,
Nehru,Subhash,Gandhi,Shastri are always ready to claim.
painful shout,victory cry of contestant,
propagates the wave of contentment.
Forgetting these school days memory,
signify that we have lost our life diary.
Cherish it till you live
And it will make you feel ease.
(p.s- This poem was pen down during my school days)
