- Subhojit Ghimire
Seven hours a complete waste,
In the classroom I sit,
Learning not and listening not,
In my dream world I get lost...
Nodding and dozing,
Off I go to sleep,
My eyes are open though,
I know those are,
But my mind, I'm not sure...
The sound of the bell,
Oh! So melodious it sounds,
The teacher exits and the panic relieves,
The joy after that has literally no bound...
Exams come and exams go,
The result day is what we fear,
The harsh scolding and the words promising,
To us, all those are just so dear...
Books are our sleeping pills,
And game period- the energy giver,
Teachers teach us how to believe,
But friends make us a believer...
Doing assignment is a mere procrastination,
The burden that we'll never forget,
Give us a month's time, give us a week's leave,
We'll have the work still undone...
Those were the days, those were the times,
I will always frame in mind,
Saying goodbye would not pain much,
If we promise to stay in touch...