I want to send a poem on SCHOOL. Hope everyone will like it Morning School they say A place where we stay From nine thirty in themorning Till four in theevening At 9.25 everyday strikes the bell And at 9.30 strikes the 2nd bell Still the girls go on talking And Headmistress complains about the way of respecting The assembly begins and ends And then the music sounds The girls march to their classes to study Left, right, left, right and be ready Morning School is always a pleasure For girls can have sometimes leisure Morningstudy and evening play That is the wayto be happy and gay
Dear Manju Thanks for ur appreciation. I am now 64 but still school days were the best. Thought it is very late to say now School days are over at last with their laughter and fear of the past Best friendship made will last forever Forged links that none can sever
Hello ma'am, a very pleasant evening to you! Those lingering memories can never go out of sight! They will continue to remain the best part of anyone's life. Such is the strength of childhood memories! First started in auto-rikshaw, then moved in auto, then tightly clenched on to my mom's back behind her in her first two wheeler (TVS), then i was mature enough to go to school by cycle myself Reciting all the rhymes and school lessons at my mom's back, still those days remind me of how studious i was. Even now my mom reminds me of how i did my homeworks in kindergarten; she used to hold on to my hand and write the same, myself busy in watching TV:clap. Now in my final year of college, those memories leave a tear that needs to be wiped off in due course of time. After all, time and tide wait for none! Regards
Dear Iyerviji, Who would forget those days! Nicely protrayed those in your own words! Enjoyed and went back down the memory lane! sriniketan
