YES, I’M TALKING ABOUT SCHOOL!

My first steps in,
Behind the bars being,
Was all I thought,
A war being fought,
Between me and my father.

Victory to father,
But victor was the teacher,
Who hold my hand,
Introducing to the whole new fantasy land!

Proud was I – of my gang!
Every passing day,
Brought with it – the ray.
This is not merely a building,
But a witness of me, my well-being!

Entered with tears, the first day,
Left with tears, the last day.
A dreary prison it seemed,
Turned an eternal heaven, indeed!

A place, I now want to go back AGAIN,
Though morning assembly was a pain.
Ten parts of one were shared,
This is how we learned and cared.

Were the most beautiful days,
Birthday parties were on delays!
Let’s not forget those,
Who shaped us,
Found us,
Created us,
You call them sculptors, founders, intellectuals………
I call them teachers!

Breaking the rules was cool,
Yes, I’m talking about school!

MIHIKA. R