When I Enrolled To My Old School Poem by nimal dunuhinga
When I Enrolled To My Old School
Yes it's still situated in the same place.
And it's very hard to find.
Surrounding almost changed.
They have flatten with bulldozers all and made skyscrapers around.
A concrete city! But it's situated in the same place.
My old teachers were not there and the belfry hall is very old.
Thatched roof converted to tin sheets and there were few more class rooms.
Mango and Jack-fruit trees no more.
Where were my old friends?
The Principal is my friend's son
Who was surprised?
When I asked that I want to enroll.
Beautifully crafted with so much feeling in this one, you allow the reader to take a step back before taking a step forward, this is a wonderful approach, I think that there are feelings in all of us when we look back upon our school years. So much to learn, in and out, of the classroom.A Brilliant piece of fine art from you again Nimal, Love Duncan
Excellent poem which promotes the thought that only time and experience can teach; and that is we must savor every moment of life because we can never really go back to anything in the past. We can only hold to the memories because the only thing that is truly constant is change.
Yeah Nimal: When we look back at our younger days, and visit our old stompping grounds, it really does something to us inside doesn't it?
A poem of charming nostalgia.The longing to return to a simpler more secure time. Very nice, Nimal. Kind regards, Sandra
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/17/2024 6:03:15 PM # 1.0.0.1119
My old school still stands. I was educated there my entire school years.