School

Mild touch on those shoulders. No sooner realizes it is mom.

Rushes to find the crying clock, which has cried a few minutes back

Gets to the wet room, does all the preparations

Just to make sure to fit into the typical blue short and the white shirt

The hardest mission starts then. To find the other sock

Which only mom knows. She utters “under the sofa”

Gets to the shoes and runs out of the house, but no meals?

No. buddies out would share theirs instead

No friend on earth can bring you those remembrances

A single rice parcel turns blank in a blink

Bunking classes becomes an art

Bringing the device in, is the greatest feat

Crowning as the worst class adds up glory

The gang is the culture. The buddies are the life.

Being with them is the destiny.  

No superhero equals the friend during exams. Whether it is right or wrong;

He is the savior. He owns your grading.

Fear to fail is no true; coz your buddy ranks behind you

It is hard to take in, that all these has transformed into memories

Recollections of school will never fade. The friends of school will never equate

I wish I could go back to the past, and re-live that life again and again

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