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Feb 2014
The sun glared at me furiously
My mum hugged me tightly
Dad pulled my hand and started walking
But I continued crying and shouting


"You have to go to school son"
"But daddy why can't I stay with mum?"
"It's your first day, stop being a cry baby"
"I don't want to go daddy"


The huge building stared at me like a stranger
As if it was saying, "Here comes another"
Strange unknown faces everywhere
All of them crying like hell


The teachers were kind and caring
But only the students shared a common bonding
We looked at each other's weepy faces
And a friendship aroused that lasted ages


Break was the time for sharing
But soon it became the time for snatching
Earlier there was plenty
But in the later years, food soon became a scarcity


First it was parents
With all the brains
Then came the teachers
But finally it was friends who became the preachers


The bond started with friendships
But later came new relationships
Fights aroused different sides were taken
But true friendship was never broken


Class was the time for chatting
Tuition was the time for learning
Exam was the time for cramming
And results were the time for praying


Earlier day before exam was the time to study
And marks still were satisfactory
But later study all the time
Yet marks were never mine


Open day was the day we feared to share
The parents-teachers nightmare
Our dark deeds would be exposed
And dad would never let bygones be bygones

Here it began
Here it will end
Here's where we grew up
Here's where we loved to come

It began in tears
And it is going to end in tears
These memories I'll forever gaze
As I end my school days....
Swarnabh Malla Buzarbaruah
Written by
Swarnabh Malla Buzarbaruah  Ghy, Assam, India
(Ghy, Assam, India)   
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