Penned are these words...

It was a day when we were born, Behaving childish and always stubborn, Never mind how much we get punished, we ne'er minded to have our home works get finished. Gradually, the days passed by, Came to primary saying pre-primes b-bye, Increase in our tensions, Studies give frustrations. Day-by-day time slipped away, No scope to sleep,just remain awake, Then a day comes when we step in secondary, Syllabus and exams look so scary. Projects and activities have no end, Formative and summative eating our head, Finally results were as usually out, And we had to pretty know that it was timeout. A step forward to higher secondary, Nothing in the world is that much fiery, Pathetic syllabuses; no good faculties Enjoying pre-colleges, none tensed for studies. But a day comes when, Neither you nor your friend Have time to meet each other and You would remember your school days and would wish to have 'em back again. Then you wait for your teachers to scold, Yo...

What a lovely moment was it, Do not have words to describe it, Fill my heart till the content, As every drop descend. What a lovely nature God has made, He opened the taps above my head, Gallons of water he pours down, Happy are the souls of people in the town. The scorching sun is far away, I can see those clouds all my way, Trees are there, welcoming the rain, Not a single drop should go in vain. I can see puddles all my side, Little beads of raindrops falling everyside, The bubble on the puddle steals my heart, My eyes are stunned on that part. The thunder is the sound of joy, And there I play with my toy, A great camera captures my sight, That's nothing but the thrilling lights. The way the air breezed, Led me to a great sneeze, My mom called me in, Go and Sleep, I went to the room and started to peep. Sweet lil' birds started chirping, Sweet pouring rain started singing, What a sweet bond I was making, Slo...