My Alma Mater Poem by Jesus Diaz Llorico
My Alma Mater
'Their faces then were like
the lovely month of June
they laughed, they swear
they teased in every way
and they always end up
in groups in the quadrangle
and I still recall
the old paints on the wall
of our wooden school
the sweet scent of air
and well pressed uniforms
with birds and many trees
there's one thing I can say
that my heart is most serene
if I remember those scenes.'
Thanks for the deft touch. The warmth and tenderness expressed in the poem transported me back to my own school days which were some of the happiest in my life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Thank you so much Mr Subhojit Kar for a very nice comment, really appreciate it.