My School

I remember the first day of my school,

when I clung to my father's shoulder,

like a sticky bubble-gum.

I remember the pinned kerchief

on my pinafore I wore,

like a badge of honor.

I remember the two-plaits,

with colorful ribbons decorating my hair,

like a crown.

I remember the fake faint of my friend

being caught by our class teacher,

like a red-handed thief.

I remember standing out

for incomplete homework's,

like a cool back bencher.

I remember picking up dust,

chocolate wrappers from the veranda,

like a responsible Swachh Bharat volunteer.

I remember the english teacher who slapped

my classmate for her ungrammatical reply,

like a stringent Grammar Nazi.

I remember the days

when I loved to scream "the happiest human"

without thinking twice,

like a maniac.

I remember the goodbye I bid

as I clung to the gate,

like the child at first day of school.