School Life

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,
You miss your regular cabin visits,
You wish to make your hair cuts,
Frighten for a second,for a compliment from teachers.

Eyes fill with tears remembering school days,
Eyes fill with tears remembering various nicknames,
But not only You and Me,
But for all the most loveliest treasure would be their school days..

                                                                 --Kruti Patel