Boarding School

We scuttled down the pathways,

To a nearby deciduous woods.
All night we camped and played around,
As much as we all could.

The songs together we sung,
In the midst of Willow and fung.
And our voices that resounded,
As hounds - snow bounded.

The mysterious Mystic Falls,
& The boarding prodigious halls.
How could one forget that time,
These walls narrates our be rhyme.

Can't forget the countless leaves of maples,
We gathered for overdue heart to heart.
And those wheat cups with burning syrups,
We relished on Dehra's outskirts.

Yes, there were studies to distress,
Cum our haughty headmistress.
We all - sundry - sometime scuffled
Later same arms would hang out to muffle.

We scratched the desks, and played chalk fight,
And hide and seek in late summer night.
Boarding is indeed, not a place to fie,
At first I was nervous, I won't lie.
But as day’s passes by and by,
You'll find some idiots to mollify.

For the first time there I learnt to fly,
For the first time I learnt to jollify.
For the first time I learnt what love means
& the heartbreak from which I managed to wean.

I haven't and I will not forget,
Those beautiful Boarding days.
The hands that were bowed so low,
To nurture us in every ways.

© Rohit Satyam

(The boy from The Shire)