A decade ago A small child cried With all his might he tried But he still lost to Don Bosco
He came and conquered the arena Along with hundreds of companions But from his first day began the division Lachit, Phukan, Bordoloi and Bezbaruah
The teachers dominated him Homework increased his load 6 hours soon became a bore The strict discipline frustrated him
He survived only for friendship Together they defied the rules To resist he rarely brought his books With the teachers he created a bitter relationship
The school responded quite effectively Punishments soon became frequent Parents were called often Indiscipline was not tolerated so easily
When he roused to secondary He realized it wasn't like he had though before His hatred was no more He now began to see everything differently
He saw the teacher's love and care All the hardships they had suffered He repented those he cursed So much hardships they had to bare
He changed his attitude He paid attention in class He began to get positive remarks The teachers loved his new look
Not a single favor he denied Without questions he obeyed every order To win their love he kept on going farther For their trust he strived
Finally he got what he wanted His fame spread among them Every teacher began to know his name The boy on whom they could depend
Today he is about to leave Don Bosco All those memories will just remain as a phase Never to forget till his last days Those years seems just like a minute ago
The boy is now a man He laughs when he remembers those memories The fun they had will never cease He knows most won't understand
"No matter how hard you try to learn, You'll never know the perks of being a Bosconian"