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Awake, of Muse, the echoes of a day
Long past, the ghosts of mem'ries manifold --
Youth's memories that once were green and gold
But now, alas, are grim and ashen grey.
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You are old, Mrs. Windle, the schoolchildren cried,
and you really are not very cool.
Yet you write and you paint and you teach on the side -
do you think that you should be in school?
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Albert was the only Jewish child in his class,
When he began his schooling in 1885,
In a Catholic school in Munich.
He was just six years old.
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Ooh! Ow! ...I'm a victim! ...I've got a psychic scar! ...
not in my schooldays,
I have to say;
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The smell of crushed mango leaves
Takes me back to more than forty years ago,
To early schooldays,
When little boys in khaki shorts stand
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Sin….
what is it? Is there such a thing?
Is it, would it be, a good thing to have?
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My schooldays-Sheth C.J.High School
Wednesday,28th July 2021
Not at all forgotten
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Ebrahim
I was back in my native village
After, it seemed, many an age.
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I have fond memories of my school days.I can recall the names of a few friends from my primary school days.One of them was Sumana.She knew dancing and it was a rare privilege for a child of our age. Once Sumana danced in a function organized by Durga Puja Committee near our house.I was a bit jealous and wished I could dance like her.But dance teachers were not easily available those days.Later on I participated in many school dramas and realized my dream.
One of the funny event I recall to this day is this:
I was reading in Class-1.A Magic Show was arranged in our School.Our class teacher asked each student to bring 25 paise for the Show to be paid to the Magician.In those days, for a child of my age, getting 5 or 10 paise for our pocket expenses was a big thing.
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The wandering albatross fly far away
From island where he first saw light of day
More than two thousand miles closer to three
He follow ships across the southern sea.
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How did Mohandas Gandhi,
A boy terrified of darkness,
Remove the darkness of
A whole nation!
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Melanin is a polymer, most often of
two molecules with very long names,
indolequinone, and dihydroxyindole carboxylic acid,
which are in all of us, affecting
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The playground is humming with the bustling banter
of children, and the atmosphere of
innocence, freedom and youthfulness overwhelms me.
The sun smiles down on them all,
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Most haven't a clue
what to do
here on Earth
to fix our gargantuan plights…
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Days were passing merrily in my schooldays,
But who have heard of what the fortune says…
If I have heard it before, I would take each breath,
Just to live and for nothing else since then till death…
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A childhood friend became foe
In unknown events he makes the excuse
The old good schooldays he forgets
The old charm shown lost for ever
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She did not whine. It was not her kind.
She moaned and I was at loss; just that
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Over the quiet lawn
why this Lawnmower make a big noise?
I cannot hear her chirping
and see the hops.
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I do remember my art teacher a Belle
And really a Goddess; Her fallen hair reached the buttocks
Talking eyes and the pleasant smile that brings flux to a lonely heart.
Still it's a dilemma why she remained as a spinster?
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Having lost my independence
How could I celebrate it
Though I've sewn flags on cockeyed schooldays?
Margins are superfluous in the big centre's book
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In May, emitting the rich fragrance of the acacias are fully blooming,
The school stairs where petals used to fall during my schooldays.
Whene'er the wind blew, they'd fluttered and through the window, coming.
When looking at the painting, it awaken me the many far back memories in old days.
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My schooldays-Sheth C.J.High School
Wednesday,28th July 2021
Not at all forgotten
...
bankers accountants and lawyers
once a year to cricket they came
back to schooldays long forgotten
to participate in this noble game
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By Stanley Collymore
Everyone: and particularly so those either living in the
United Kingdom or else if resident outside it and
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Ebrahim
I was back in my native village
After, it seemed, many an age.
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ANDAMANS MY NATIVE PLACE
These islands aresituated in Bay of Bengal
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Happy new Year to friends, old and new,
in the village, in the city,
during childhood, during 2018,
during schooldays, collegedays,
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i am really not the baddest guy
i am not the laziest or the tardiest
i do not have the foulest mouth
i am just an ordinary version of me
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The lines of pupils enter, one by one,
The bell rings out the start of each school day,
For school life is one station of the path,
It colours part of their whole destiny
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