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...