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Class 10th
#WritcoPoemPrompt16
Class 10th,
After this time,
my days became bore and bore,
soon I started to reserve myself in other works to change the bore feeling,
but where ever I found something or some behaviour which was connected from those days,
I start to lost in thought, remembering the day which take me to my childhood and wanted me to believe and enjoy this time like a child does,
But something can't change like a rumor,
so, we can just say that time is so rude, it passes like a shadow passes
but many of us enjoy the time as they wished,
Do you know,
In my time, some classmates enjoy their life as they want,
they didn't hesitate to take a punishment, they enjoy it like a play,
they didn't hesitate to scroll by teachers, they enjoy it like a song,
they make memes about that,
they termed that hey you is the famous dialog by this teacher, I will call your parents is the famous dialog by that teacher, and the countless things...........
Some of us, give different and specific names to the teachers,
for favourite teachers they call them sir, saluter, etc,
And for some teachers who being rude to us we termed them as nakchari/nakchare, wuuuli, and etc,
I don't know why we enjoyed that calling specific names so much but we loved it,
After leaving school, we were receiving the joy and that happiness which we have that time........
After meeting teachers or classmates now, we say them everything which we think and laugh that time because In past, when they asked why are you laughing, we only avoid the question for some reasons.........
The pages of my old book,
Hold my memories of yesterday,
Every smile, every tear,
Every person who came my way...
That memories became more special today, don't know why but it have some things that attracts me to think about my past,
Now I realised, that time I have everyone and everything but I didn't want to be with them, but now I'm willing to go back and live the like a dream.......
© Bhoomika
Class 10th,
After this time,
my days became bore and bore,
soon I started to reserve myself in other works to change the bore feeling,
but where ever I found something or some behaviour which was connected from those days,
I start to lost in thought, remembering the day which take me to my childhood and wanted me to believe and enjoy this time like a child does,
But something can't change like a rumor,
so, we can just say that time is so rude, it passes like a shadow passes
but many of us enjoy the time as they wished,
Do you know,
In my time, some classmates enjoy their life as they want,
they didn't hesitate to take a punishment, they enjoy it like a play,
they didn't hesitate to scroll by teachers, they enjoy it like a song,
they make memes about that,
they termed that hey you is the famous dialog by this teacher, I will call your parents is the famous dialog by that teacher, and the countless things...........
Some of us, give different and specific names to the teachers,
for favourite teachers they call them sir, saluter, etc,
And for some teachers who being rude to us we termed them as nakchari/nakchare, wuuuli, and etc,
I don't know why we enjoyed that calling specific names so much but we loved it,
After leaving school, we were receiving the joy and that happiness which we have that time........
After meeting teachers or classmates now, we say them everything which we think and laugh that time because In past, when they asked why are you laughing, we only avoid the question for some reasons.........
The pages of my old book,
Hold my memories of yesterday,
Every smile, every tear,
Every person who came my way...
That memories became more special today, don't know why but it have some things that attracts me to think about my past,
Now I realised, that time I have everyone and everything but I didn't want to be with them, but now I'm willing to go back and live the like a dream.......
© Bhoomika
