The Days That Never Come Back - THE STORY OF A GRADUATE RECALLING HIS SCHOOL MEMORIES

It’s a short but sweet journey

That exists as a long lasting memory

To those days’ manual ring-ring

To today’s electronic Tring-Tring

It is the same sound that straightens every child as a spring

The black boards have changed to green

And the skinned knees to branded jeans

But the word school has not left our minds even after twenties

Oh! How we miss those yellow buses

How can we forget those silly curses

The slips that passed from hand to hand

And the sticks that lay on hand after hand

Who is it that never loved the wash room face

The only hide-out for any silly case

We long for those vast play grounds

We do long for those penalty rounds

We cry for our friends

We cry for not being able meet again in those fences

We wish we are students again

Standing in the late comers queue

We wish we are punished by the principal’s cane

For trying to make the class teacher a fool

We wish we are students again

With bags hanging over our backs making us creep

We wish we had seminars on the importance of grain

For dumping our Tiffin in huge heaps

We wish we are students again

Rushing to the ice cream shops

We wish we are students again

Crying everyday to reach the scary bus stops