School

I have great memories of my school but not so much when it comes to days spent in a college We were just 33 and we all passed. I was good in acting but poor in sports as I was the shortest in class. Here is a poem I wrote on school times

School Times

This poem says it all

Destiny takes us we know not where
But we carry our memories there
School times, classmates loads of fun
Exams done accolades won.

Driving teachers round the bend
Teasing, jeering it had no end
“Stand on the bench” they’d scream away
But from them we would run away

Lunch time spent in running around
In the baking sun till the ball was found
The recess over, back to the class
Striving for those marks to pass


Some were always up to pranks
Competing for those tempting ranks
Pushing prodding to come out first
If one failed the tears would burst


Classmates are a wonderful gift
Try your best stop the drift
Teachers, masters ever so kind
Tough it was to leave them behind


So many years of endless joy
Fun and frolic boy oh boy!
Dramas, rehearsals, singing galore
I wish those years were here once more