Those Days

Sitting on the last bench of the class,

The teacher moves as ants and comes closer to us. 

Without our knowledge.

She strikes us with her instrument,

If I wasn't studying.

Scolding her behind her back.

Using a nickname to address her.

Not responding to her.

She never revenges us in the exam paper.

We never understood her encouragement. 

Those days were special,

Those days were precious,

Those days we never knew what is mean by revenge.

Those days we are innocent as a lamb,

Those days we are not partial,

Those days we never revenge on others. 

Those days are the best moments of life.

Those days we never understand the cheating of the world.