Waking up forcefully,
Whining whilst eating-
with mothers lecturing,
Oh how beautiful were those days,

In the classroom-
annoying friends between lectures,
hitting paper ***** or pencil cases,
scribbling secretive things on the notepad,


After every lecture,
running down the hallway into the cafeteria,
eating continuously without thinking how much time we'd waste,
Oh how beautiful were those days,

After school,
not wanting to go home,
standing out on the gate chit chatting with friends,
same friends, same classroom but innumerable stories,

Each and every bit of the day-
passed in idiocy and fights,
with teachers complaining and a mob of students standing for their right,
Oh how beautiful were those days,

Reminiscing now how lovely and exultant were those days,
How easy was life then,
Now we're all left with just memories,
Exquisite bits and pieces that keep us from falling down.