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"gowtham" poems
stepping back to my cherished boyhood It passed a quarter century to step out of my Alma Mater My Santa Cruz High School……. Still your revolving gate brings back those cherished memories revolving back there comes a ****** from the heart. Stepping back into your court yard, I feel the warmth of my mom’s arms… The same warmth that escorted me to step into your pavements on the first day. Still I feel the breeze under the canopy of your rain-trees hark! still we hear that cherished clang of bell hit by Alphonse uncle in his unique rhythm…... our beloved teacher’s voices are still flowing in the air Now class rooms are empty and still, But once they buzzed with our giggles and chats They took us to the Daffodils of Words worth To the frozen lakes of Robert Frost… Through the lyrics of Tagore And showed the renunciation of Gowtham Buddha marveling arts and thrilling sciences gave us wings to fly in colors Friends who stayed in merits and demerits stood together in good deeds and mischief All those golden good old days Of the teen spirits of arrogance Enthusiasm and outraging curiosity Joking peers and merrymaking leisure, all those lessons earned us life more than the scores those syllabus gave us.
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Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 1:33 AM UTC
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stepping back to my cherished boyhood
stepping back to my cherished boyhood It passed a quarter century to step out of my Alma Mater My Santa Cruz High School……. Still your revolving gate brings back those cherished memories revolving back there comes a ****** from the heart. Stepping back into your court yard, I feel the warmth of my mom’s arms… The same warmth that escorted me to step into your pavements on the first day. Still I feel the breeze under the canopy of your rain-trees hark! still we hear that cherished clang of bell hit by Alphonse uncle in his unique rhythm…... our beloved teacher’s voices are still flowing in the air Now class rooms are empty and still, But once they buzzed with our giggles and chats They took us to the Daffodils of Words worth To the frozen lakes of Robert Frost… Through the lyrics of Tagore And showed the renunciation of Gowtham Buddha marveling arts and thrilling sciences gave us wings to fly in colors Friends who stayed in merits and demerits stood together in good deeds and mischief All those golden good old days Of the teen spirits of arrogance Enthusiasm and outraging curiosity Joking peers and merrymaking leisure, all those lessons earned us life more than the scores those syllabus gave us.
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