Life too a sharp turn Causing our jungle of dreams to burn We made so many plans To witness, in our class, live Clash of clans Zoomed in on gossips and zoomed out for a tour of building we have been seeing for last 14 years Soon the time will come to bid adieu with eyes full of tears One hundredth piece of chocolate gave us unworldly pleasures Oh-those-sweet reminisce are etched in our hearts as priceless treasures Gobbling a pav bhaji filled tiffin with one fourth of each one's share is now a distant memory Pulling out all stops to get one pattis and samosa was our definition of bravery Aamchaska and chatarmatar had power to drive out our blues Trend of lollipops became a strict no-no on the list of don'ts and do's Bhelpuri, ice cream, chanajor garam or chuski All the uncles had different fan base Our sweet request for extra chutney or cola ice stick How they fulfilled them all always left us amazed Morning gossip monger Isn't a reality any longer Decorating the black board with fresh pieces of chalks That mirth was, Jesus knows what Fighting over duster with other classes This year we missed out on all those chances We made noise, were shut by teachers What's app group chats are silent, all thanks to some invisible creatures " Learn rules like a pro, break them like an artist " Our 'action plan' was more of a drawing made by caricaturist Morning assemblies were a snoozefest Afternoon next-day holiday announcements filled us with new zest Board decorations or teacher's day preparation Everyone's train ran on different tracks never arrived at single station Christmas celebrations or children's day fetes We oozed oomph in our new dresses Out of nowhere, we could see our dreams of living last year of school waver Every night we sleep with what-the-hell-is-this-wetness tear Never expected that Guy upstairs to be a scrooge He snatched our happiness making us his offset stooge "No still lakes but life demands waterfalls " Our school journey is a perfect example of it It is hear , mercurial highs and abysmal lows, did we hit Myriad of emotions gushing through while I write It's a miracle how black boards made our lives bright This school was like our nest Where little babies were nurtured with the best Soon we will fly out like free birds up in the sky No farewells for us please, we will never say our school a goodbye 😘