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"  
  
                                                                                 - Swarnabh
                                                                               6:22 pm,  12/10/13