from the path, they went for years....
Though knowing that it would happen someday,
eyes overflowed with tears.
Dear friends said, "don't go"
The heart, too, said, "no"
But the life has to go on,
for the future to glow.....
I met there the friends for life,
and learned the character of the soul.....
casually nothing new as a part,
but 'everything' as a whole....
The stalwart teachers were ever so friendly,
and the atmosphere cosy and calm.....
Days went in fun and 'masti',
along with timely canes on the palm.....
Still hand reach out for the blue suit,
accustomed to the school bell....
feet fit into the black shoes,
and repeat the same old tale....
Still, there is pride...
in saying, "It's my school...."
It's your choice; whether you feel it right....
or call me an emotional fool.....
