The Majorly Missed Days..!!

While stretching on the pane of the window,

A nostalgic child often gets fragile 

BECAUSE of those golden school days which kept a crooked smile.

Though it was utter boredom to fight with our sleep,

But trulio those days meant so deep.

Walking through the scattered hay,

The road to school made us bray,

In spite of this the loud cry of "GOOD MORNING" made our day.

Gigglings with our neighbor friend, 

The ongoing lecture meant no condescend

The only thing that a group longed for,

Was the lunch on the rough floor.

How good those hours were,

Seemed as if entire heaven under one lodge!!