It was one fine day which fears
Might be one among August.
Oceans could be filled up with my tears
And the hands were full of dust.
I still remember I was being dragged
Into a large campus - so called school.
Everyone were new
Different faces I encountered
And wondered what was this crew
I was fully awakened.
That fat terrific teacher with her spectacles
And that tall lady with her long hair.
Every now and then that large bell's sound
Makes my heart throb faster.
Confused what could it be? Is it the time for playground?
At times even scared of the scout master.
Biting my nails as fast as I could,
Just to escape from punishments.
My actions were stable - Every Monday's,
wearing my drabby shoes and longing for Tuesday's
nap class after the lunch. Wednesday's,
play time remained as golden hour. And Thursday's
longing for Friday
to dress up tip top to welcome Saturday and Sunday.
Until I got a group of idiots like me
Every week days were terrible.
Together wondering who was Marie Curie
And together reciting a Maths table
And little bit jealous of the seniors, who were always
Wandering in the playground , verandas and around the canteen.
We consoled ourselves that we would also
Become seniors after a year or two
And the time came to play bingo
while lectures were going on - And to chew
Chewing gum secretly at the last bench.
And writing letters to our gang members.
All our Monsteric Mondays turned into Mindblowing Mondays
Terrible Tuesdays into Thoughtful Tuesdays
Woeful Wednesdays into Wonderful Wednesdays
Tame - less Thursdays into Trustful Thursdays
Fearful Fridays into Fabulous Friday.
Wow what a beautiful drastic change it was!
Extreme entertainment were achieved when
we sang 'something' in the chorus assembly songs
We really had a great fun
Especially when our laughters changed into wrongs
And bunking the classes and arranging meetings in the toilets
And the fake fainting scenarios while marching.
And then it was the time to spread out
Our wings of desire
And to clear out all our doubt
At our free time to fly higher and higher.
All our meaning less talks turned into
Fun filled group studies.
A lot of memories huddle me together. Walking
Through a new long path to reach the class,
Discussing answers in the exam. And talking
secretly to crushes. What ever it was we were always the mass.
Unsaid love stories and sitting near Window side just for sighting those who pass by.
It is still a riddle. What words couldn't convey ,
Leaning onto the shoulders conveyed what it was.
And now no more ink to flow.
Only tears rolled down.
May be to fill the unfilled lines.
Just lost in the days I've lost.


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