So much brave n herculean was to bunk the class..
Tonigt remembering those days with wine in glass..

We all started the journey of pen n paper on the same date..
Trust was so rigid, we were like brothers not just classmate..

Other's tiffin was more fascinating than the own one..
Finishing that before the recess ring, during early sun..

Snatching the snacks more than an octopus..
School bus turned into a poetry hub for us..

In school,Parents-teacher meet was like our red letter day..
Our complaints would be highlighted and we feared it as slay..

Staying ready at the door steps in just a single phone call..
Someone getting the bat and others collecting money for ball..

Watching dusshera or flying kites in hot weather..
Like carpels of an orange, we used to stay together..

Time was accelerating,teenage became prism..
Splitting us all,carrier at stake triggered activism..

In every high and low of life, only our dear friends came..
Like birds,now stay on different trees, but still the sky is same..