Nostalgia

Nostalgia

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Years passed since I was here,

A place that always makes me cheer;

The foundation bricks that led,

A start to my life's steer.


Over the pages of life,

There was a lot of ebbs and flow;

But here was the pillar,

That taught with knowledge bestow.


The rooms are painted new,

But still holds back memories;

I carry through me forever,

The sweetest ones to cherish.


The grounds got greener,

The earth still feels the same;

A spectator of our growth,

That added to our name.


Those morning prayers,

Those exercise drills;

The high sports spirits,

And those exam thrills.


Those awaited results,

On the report card;

The assignments penned,

On the diaries forward.


The recess times,

And the tiffins together;

Those passing times,

And stories to share.


Those speaking benches,

With left pencil marks;

Those white shed blackboards,

With chalk dust on darks.


Those riddles and puzzles,

The gossips and little pranks;

Those alarming assignments,

And those high prayed marks.


The best of time and friends,

Growing and brewing together;

Those afraid open secrets,

That gossips on the far.


All had a story that left,

A print in heart and mind;

A nostalgia to celebrate,

In my old school that I find.



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