My School Days

MY SCHOOL DAYS




Great were those days where little blossoms sprang,
Hither and tither, arm in arm we joyfully ran.
Studying seemed boring,
But pranks we enjoyed,
Oh! How at the sight of our friends we overjoyed.

Biology was our heart’s key,
But history still remained a mystery.
In physics we saw beautiful dreams,
Of muscle strength and fairness creams.


Teachers were our God like image,
Who turned our classes to heaven when it chocked like a cage.
Where we spent the best of our moments,
That regenerates the bubble like memories’ scents.
In trouble we met like the deep ocean’s blue.
But soon we’ll be worlds apart, we never had a clue.
Where glorious were our blooming years and loving were our ways,
Those were my wondrous school days…