Nostalgia Of My Highschool Poem by Mahesh Kumar Mahapatra Mahesh

Nostalgia of My B.B.U.B

I'm many years and miles away
From this old human factory
Those days are tucked within my heart
And will never fade away.

It was more than a school, It was my pride
A place where I grew, where my heart was ignited.
Hallowed halls, where memories reside,
Echoes of laughter, whispers of pride.
Classrooms, where knowledge and dreams took a flight,
Turning every moment into a pure delight.

That pair of tattered shoes and that white dress
That school bag  was very heavy but there was no stress.
Late to assembly and that red-eyed of Majhi sir,
Implanted a sense of responsibility and readiness.

Our gangs doing nothing but only carefree fun
Mocking others and disturbing teacher
And then kneeling down under mid-day sun.
Yes, those days become nostalgia  forever.


Memories hidden in those benches and blackboards,
Each one has a story it hoards.
The forgotten tales of when I thought ‘their' and ‘there' were same,
Would be recalled if the wood had a mouth and a name.


All my teachers were the parameter
Who were shaping me every moment
To create a best and brightest future
No, they were not the teachers,
They were the real human makers.

Those machanics are  obsolete and old now
But taught me how to hold the handle of life
I'm riding newly in the world's broad field of battle,
   In the bivouac of Life, fighting like a hero in the strive.


Mahesh Kumar Mahapatra