An unforgettable phase.. ❣️

Those buildings, those walls have moulded our career, personality and changed our character,

If our life is a book then school is a golden chapter.

Bell rings everyone rushes towards the classroom,

At the same time, Hostel ones are fighting for the bathroom

Wearing others shock, 

finding someone's comb,

And getting ready for school.

A teacher is an altruistic

They gave us that path to rise and stand,

Everybody wants to be in his good book when they say

"your internal marks are in our hands."

History lecture started, Babar came to India,

Note down the date, our interest gone to boring state.

Mischievous backbenchers try to escape, 

With a single dialogue, "Ma'am, may I go to the toilet"

Every story have emotion, tragedy, comedy it has its script,

The story of a school trip full of fun and mischief.

Books are closed, starting of rehearsals and creating amazing dance fusion,

Every act and drama performed with great passion,

We still miss those Annual functions.

This journey ends with mixed feelings farewell,

Tear in eyes, a smile on the face,

We wish each other for their welfare.

If our teenage life is drought then school is a melodious rain,

Those raindrops gave us too many memories,

I wish I could live those moments again.

- Shashank suryawanshi