Remembering My School.......... Poem by Debasish Mishra

The reluctant steps and unwilling,
Wished to walk the other way;
But....It was an inevitable ring,
That dragged me to its sinister sway.

They called it a school,
But I thought it was hell;
The teacher seemed a fool
With nothing good to tell.

The class-mates looked strange and new
As if they were from another planet;
I sat behind with a tear or two
Without no great reason to be upset!

As Time trotted with utmost speed,
Familiar I grew with the non-alien-faces;
As together we sat to write and read
Or challenged each other in jumps and races.

Soon soft scuffles filled my leisure
And new friends killed my solitude
- Forming moments for years and years to treasure-
As the golden age of childhood.

Now as I see those days of past
Through the lens of my inner eye;
I know that those will certainly last
Forever......or, at least, till I die.

But if someone can really bring-
Those days of innocence, hours of glee;
I swear, I will give everything
And return back to that childhood spree....