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Memory
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The Classroom is empty and barren.
The benches remain aside.
The students outside the corridor,and the teacher absent.
The days of Slate and Chalk.
Are not easy to erase.
They hold memories of my sweet childhood.
The duster lying in the staffroom and the chalks broken.
The peons sipping tea and the clerks chatting.
While the principal busy in his work.
And the evening batches reaching their destination.
While the peon closes the school gates.
All is silent and the night God stalks.
Miraa
The Classroom is empty and barren.
The benches remain aside.
The students outside the corridor,and the teacher absent.
The days of Slate and Chalk.
Are not easy to erase.
They hold memories of my sweet childhood.
The duster lying in the staffroom and the chalks broken.
The peons sipping tea and the clerks chatting.
While the principal busy in his work.
And the evening batches reaching their destination.
While the peon closes the school gates.
All is silent and the night God stalks.
Miraa
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