School life

Tender age, innocence phase

I ran hither, and thither, to chase,

a doll a ball, and others to enthrall,

Knowing nothing of tomorrow's

worry, 

never in a hurry.

Those were my wonderful school days.

Books and pens, scrubbers and rubbers,

borrowing, lending a part of growing up,

an adolescent growing, in teens. 

Plucking flowers and fruits,

Yet a teacher's pet.!

Lost in fairy tales, but

never did I fail.

Studies and games went hand in hand.

Friends and siblings, my fellow men in my journey.

A lot to learn, from educators.

preparing us for later.

Values imbibed, not only letters.

Creativities groomed, 

Life bloomed.

Our School days give us a platform.

to build our future,

Not knowing when we grew up,

I stared at my bag.

Now lying on my table, weeping, 

saying, don't leave me.

My doll, my books,

gently reminding me please don't 

leave us alone.

I just hugged them, 

for those were my treasures,

and I play with them in leisure.