ANANDA GOPAN

Rookie (7-6-1993 / trivandrum, kerala, india)

Do You Miss Those Days At School?


Oh, my school days were my
fun days
Last bench chatting
Under bench munching
Naughty pranks
silly fights
and the never ending talks

Great friends
childish trends
canteen junks
B'day treats
Those were the moments of my life!

Those yawned teachers
Their boring lectures
Those out stood classes
Lab gadgets,
Games periods
Oh, my school days were my
fun days.

Fake diseases
Easy way to bunk classes
Leave note written by friends
It was a big trend
and easy to pretend!

Books
resting in the dust
Teachers
Roaming like ghosts
and we enjoying our
Best!

Those days are like the
River that never bends
Wind that never faints and
Road that never ends..
Those days i enjoyed the value of
friendships
like a pond
glazing unblinkingly at the
blue sky

Today when i think of that days
I smile within my heart
and
I wish i would have never grown older
those funny memories are my companion
When days are long and tiring
my school days were my fun days!

Our school days are our
FUN DAYS
Those days are not to
FORGET
nor to
REGRET
To be a child forever
is every human's intent!

Submitted: Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Edited: Wednesday, July 13, 2011

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