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SCHOOL DAYS                                       NOSTALGIC TIMES
                                                              At times I’ll wake up but won’t get up,
         Growing up in this day and age,
                                                              At times I’ll screw in the wake of my tossing and
         With free expression all the rage
                                                              turning.
         Our young ones learn when starting school,
         That reading’s fun and Maths is cool.
                                                              At time I’ll gaze and stare at the sea,

                                                              At times I’ll water my plants before I water me.
         While writings not the least bit boring,
         It really is so much like drawing.
                                                              Achiles heel?  Yes ma’am
         For every child it is essential,
                                                              I make sure everyone’s okay before I am.
         To realize their full potential.

                                                              Her angel eyes saw the good in many demons,
         And teachers always do their best,
                                                              And ended up with those heavy nights for sea-
         To stimulate their interest.
                                                              sons.



         When years of school days end at last,
                                                              Look back once, just once, and you will find me
         With all examinations past
                                                              there she said,
                                                              By seeing her reflection in the water by the ri-
         With the children reminiscence,
                                                              verbed.
         And say, “We will miss our school days”
         And as the final day arrives,
                                                              To being shy, docile and outspoken
         “They were the best days of our lives”
                                                              To being lost, spineless and mentally broken.

                                                              But the future is bleak.
                                        Ch.Bhavana, IX-B


                                                              She’s tired of being the warm and welcoming
                                                              sun,

                                                              When people are dark clouds of thunder.



                                                              Brew a warm cup of happiness for yourself.
                                                              Sip it slowly and soothe your soul.



                                                              The sun still smiles at you

                                                              And the moon still shines at you.

                                                                                             Bhavya Sri, IX-B


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