Revisiting Of My Schools Poem by Prem Nizar Hameed

1
Today, I could add a beautiful day
to the treasure of my sweet memories;
I visited again my LP School;
So lovely, so lively, so cuddlesome
are my primary school ambience here;

2
The walls of my high school, made of black stones,
opened before me their nostalgic zones
on the second day of the month of June;
Behind the walls, there are sweet memories
decorated with the golden festoons

Life sometimes reaches a sudden impasse,
all directions then seem to be mazes
one wrong step may divert to a great fall;
Let me sit down under this cool shadow
for few minutes to pacify my mind
and puzzle out such mazes, if any.

(Composed with 10-syllable lines)