School Days!
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;