School

Every morn, the unkind sun;

would wake us up, and send us on a run.

The bags on our back, weighed us down,

doomed to school, we trudged along.

Friends made us forget, the miseries of our life;

the unfinished homework and the projects to compile.

The eager opening of the lunch boxes, 

and a clamour to share; all of us, had something to spare. 

And in the after lunch hour, as we chose to doze;

the teacher singled us out, for a question to pose. 

With a multitude of eyes staring at every lost face;

we wished, to instantly disappear into space.

At last, when the much awaited closing bell sounded;

after being for hours hounded,

we would from the classes flee, 

unabashed with childish glee.

Life was so simple, it's hard to believe;

no worldly woes, no targets to achieve.

We fail to value the moments until we chance to lose,

is rightly said, of our days at school.