let's remember those days when we were in school,
that warm may and that december cool
silently grumbling, coming unwillingly from home,
in white uniform as chickens of poultryfarm.
bright face, ponytail and satchel hanging our by side,
and how we loved to side on window side.
who's colour book had best seen?
to choose it was the big deal,
innocent face, naughty acts.
thats how we used to be,
like an angel we seemed to be.
as soon as time passed by,
such quickly as blink of an eye.
said bye bye to the childhood,
and little grownup,
now stylish begs were in our hands,
long hairs tied with colourfull bends.
chits passing during a boring lecture,
thinking teacher, a horrible creature.
yawning during speeches, fun at canteens,
and all that dances we did in parties.
but later that day had come which was not so cool,
with wet eyes, said Good Bye to the school.
now we wont have that moments ever,
but their memories will lasts in mind forever.
Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.
good start my angel... keep that pen moving
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great start with a nice poem, Wafa. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks