Memories Of My School Poem by Inaam Ahangar

Early in the mornings, Late in the evenings
Throughout the capricious seasons
Used to go miles away from the home
To the place,
Where I grew up
To the place,
Where I learned manners
To the place,
Where I learned to speak
To the place,
Where I got education
To the place,
Where I acquired knowledge
To the place,
Where I met great personalities (teachers)
To the place,
Where I used to perch with the ones
Who were once strangers
Now are someone's
To be called intimate ones
Now, whenever I take a look back
It gives pain because,
The moments we made together
Are just memories now....
It was me, my friends, guardians
And that yellow building of my school