My School Days Poem by Srushti Dodamani

When I was in school its was my energy
My love for it was very tiny
Teachers seems like ghosts
To reach school early I always miss my
Morning toast.

I ate lunchs with my friends,
And did fun which never end.
We kept names of the teachers.
Which means used during their boring lectures.

Yet there is a teacher favourite
For her classes we always wait
On eye on crush one on book
Think to have just one look (on crush)

I can never forget those days.
Going to washrooms and coming back were the
Two different ways.
Those amazing games period and the fun we had
But the farewell party was so bad..