I'll Miss my School Days

I'll miss my hatred for the morning alarm.
Awaking, brushing, bathing even before crowing of a cock in the farm.
I'll miss my dull school uniform which was worn
Until it was outsized or torn.

I'll miss the morning assembly where we used to stand in a row.
The prayers were sung which were a bit melodious than a crow.
I'll miss, the one arm distance we used to take.
The fun of people on stage we used to make.

I'll miss, the attendance where we shouted: "present ma'am."
The wishes we made to avoid school in case there was a jam.
I'll miss, the break for lunch
Where we used to gather in a bunch.
The canteen which had no good food to eat.
The washroom where friends of different classes used to meet.

I'll miss the bunk where we had no idea what to do and where to go
The person whose response to bunk was always NO.
I'll miss my friends
Being with whom my happiness had no end.
The friends who could fight with anyone.
Even if they didn't have a gun.

I'll miss the period of sports.
The period which was like a princess between beasts in a fort.
I'll miss, the roam where we had no pass.
The whistle which was an alarm to move us back in class.
I'll miss my wait for last period bell.

The dialogue: "Make a Straight circle" PT  Usha used to yell.
I'll miss my way from school to home which I could travel even if my eyes were closed.
Arms swung, Legs moved and the entire body just flowed

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