When I was a child, a little one
I used to have fun at home and drool.
Boy, It was just a matter of time,
My Father brought me here, to school.

While heading here for the very first time,
I thought It’d be another place for fun.
I was screaming and crying on that very first day,
My Father left me here and I thought I was done.

Over the time, the agony began to cease,
and I began to meet people and make new friends.
We smiled at each other all the time,
and had promised to stick together till the end.

Till the End? Well that just seems like a pun,
Thinking how we snatched the pencils and for our life, would run.
We couldn’t avoid the nasty fights, no matter how hard we’d try.
And would fight all day long, “ It’s Mine! ” we’d cry.

Starting from the fights for the stationery and the cries,
wishing “Good Morning Teacher” and bidding Goodbyes,
The terror of being scolded due to work undone,
The free candy for doing it, the amazing surprise,
Running madly in the school, throwing water around,
Playing endlessly in the break, creating chaos on our own,
Sitting troubled at one place during the whole exam,
Guessing that the one who made this must be a real evil man,
The tiring six school hours of the weekdays,
Waking up every single morning to go to one place,
Wondering when this journey would end,
We all grew up, a lot faster than we did intent.

And now look at us all, just standing here,
Gazing at and recollecting memories of this place,
Who had known that where we never liked being,
would be a place we would never want to replace.

And now, the journey that appeared obsolete at first,
Has at this moment, finally come to an end.
Is radiating memories and appearing so sublime.
We are struck with nostalgia and amazement.

I will cherish everything that I’ve collected from here,
Plus I’m glad that My friends, are still with me as they said.
I’m thankful to the school for giving me so much,
And I’ll miss the mornings not wanting to go to school and just rather stick to bed.