Remember when we used to be kids
Different were those days
Those playground rides
Those sleepy morning prayers
Those opening of tiff-ins in the
lecture just before the lunch-break.
So that everyone can rush to the playground
as soon as the lunch-bell goes on.
Gosh!
Making those weird cartoons
of teachers, when nothing used
to get in our little minds.
Those pen fights
Those nick names
All those games periods
In which nobody really knewed
how to play, but all did.
That happiness, when given a free period
due to absence of teacher
And that laughter, while gossiping
in those free period, due to absence of teacher.
Gosh!
Would love to be a kid again.
My sweet school memories............
Different were those days
Those playground rides
Those sleepy morning prayers
Those opening of tiff-ins in the
lecture just before the lunch-break.
So that everyone can rush to the playground
as soon as the lunch-bell goes on.
Gosh!
Making those weird cartoons
of teachers, when nothing used
to get in our little minds.
Those pen fights
Those nick names
All those games periods
In which nobody really knewed
how to play, but all did.
That happiness, when given a free period
due to absence of teacher
And that laughter, while gossiping
in those free period, due to absence of teacher.
Gosh!
Would love to be a kid again.
My sweet school memories............
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