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Olden Golden Days
Olden Golden Days
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To the corridors that were filled with our memories and laughter
To the doors and windows that have obscured all our giggles and secrets
To the blackboard that has concealed our smirks and sniggers
To the benches that have endured our pranks and stubbornness
To the classroom that has brooked the pain of being called as fishmarket
To the floors and labs that were smirched by us
To the playground that has felt our delight and elation
To the place that has heard all our blabbers and chaos
That fortified our love, chuckles and tears.
To that place where our hearts reside,
Our wondrous school, second home.
