After fifty years
I slipped into the school.
Madame Bela was visibly pleased
*The classroom was too empty
Now I've one to do maths with*
No less happy was Auntie Aloka
My favorite student is back
She lifted me up and said with a kiss
*So vacant felt my class of English
Without a boy from olden times
Sweetly singing nursery rhymes*
My eyes searched her and before long
Miss Jaya spoke in her softest tongue
*I'm so glad to see his face
Sans him Bengali class was all emptiness*
And there he was the only Sir
Amiyo Baboo the sports teacher
*Isn't this the boy never won my trust
For always being in every race last*
Fifty years haven't changed a bit
Either their age or their spirit
And surely the fun was doubly more
When I stood before the school mirror.
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 10:19 AM UTC
After fifty years
I slipped into the school.
Madame Bela was visibly pleased
*The classroom was too empty
Now I've one to do maths with*
No less happy was Auntie Aloka
My favorite student is back
She lifted me up and said with a kiss
*So vacant felt my class of English
Without a boy from olden times
Sweetly singing nursery rhymes*
My eyes searched her and before long
Miss Jaya spoke in her softest tongue
*I'm so glad to see his face
Sans him Bengali class was all emptiness*
And there he was the only Sir
Amiyo Baboo the sports teacher
*Isn't this the boy never won my trust
For always being in every race last*
Fifty years haven't changed a bit
Either their age or their spirit
And surely the fun was doubly more
When I stood before the school mirror.
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