Gone are those days
when I used to paint my imagination.
Now all I do is to draw dissection diagrams.
Gone are those days
when I used to pick up an innocent fight
Now all I do is to chill
Gone are those days
when I used to wait for enjoying in the school bus
Now the auto awaits to take me alone
Gone are those days
when it was mandatory to fold the hair up
Now all we do is let the hair loose
Gone are those days
when our legs used to groan under our weights
during the school assembly
Now there's no such thing as a college assembly
Gone are those days
when I used to dread my graduation
Now the graduation day is a few months away
Man! Wish I had a time machine
so that I could rewind the old school times
I ask myself
" Are the golden days really over?"
For I think not yet!
when I used to paint my imagination.
Now all I do is to draw dissection diagrams.
Gone are those days
when I used to pick up an innocent fight
Now all I do is to chill
Gone are those days
when I used to wait for enjoying in the school bus
Now the auto awaits to take me alone
Gone are those days
when it was mandatory to fold the hair up
Now all we do is let the hair loose
Gone are those days
when our legs used to groan under our weights
during the school assembly
Now there's no such thing as a college assembly
Gone are those days
when I used to dread my graduation
Now the graduation day is a few months away
Man! Wish I had a time machine
so that I could rewind the old school times
I ask myself
" Are the golden days really over?"
For I think not yet!
3 comments:
thats such a sweet poem , reminds meof my school days , that was such a beatiful life:)
yeah. I know. I still miss my school days sometimes..
so much to read......
when i will free i will read it....
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