School Days!

Assembling together in the ground,

Even in the chilling morning of winters;

The March-Past of Saturday's,

At the beginning tasted bitter;

But as time passed,

Worked as warm-ups in Winters;

Like the fresh air,

Does some whispers;

We monitored our juniors,

When teachers had a meeting;

And we always received,

Our younger's greetings;

Still have some memories,

Of our school days;

Still remember those hours,

Of our school days;

Still remember those classes,

Along with its chairs and benches;

Still remember our classmates,

Who used to sit at those back benches;