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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

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