Days that were, perhaps at the pinnacle of glory, Years which were, lively and quickly, Months that were, peaceful and brightly Are no-where in locality, But now weeks that are, entangled with serenity.
Ten months of tenth and its syllabus Ten months of books and its relevance Now to only have a glimpse of that nostalgia- Of the hot summer days And the cool windy days.
Started with books and teachers Ended with exams and results. Three sections of bonded unity Encompassing hundred students of cordiality
And more teachers and staff of humongous sympathy.
Days when we had no books But went to school blissfully. The months of confusion and commotion Are only to be thought and felt But not be met.
Those were the days that cannot be withheld But can be relished even after years to be dealt. The times that were never like before To leave incredible footprints for the years more And to leave delightful memories forevermore.
Gently and more tranquilly if we look There will be significant people we partook With laid-back fellowships. But those are the real days of tribute Ever, that year (2011-12) To be stamped in everyone’s memory Ever, that year … To stand as a much sought-after year in our lives…