I Am Remembering That Day Poem by Gajanan Mishra

I am remembering that day
When I was going to pry school
with my elder sister Hema
with some fried paddy and
ground-nuts with us crying
telling all I would not go
to read, there is nothing in it.
Today that school is no more,
Those teachers are no more.
My elder sister Hema is not with me.
I am not that Gajanan who was going
Without any interest to read and write.
Now I am remembering how I was right
How I was going to fight with time.