The School

Rolling  back the days,

Back into the old  class

Rejoicing the  mischievous   plays

Gives a  ceremonious  flash.

 

 

Down I go  to the class room

Visualising the  kids enter

With a curious  gloom,

Waiting for a quick  exit.

 

 

Sauntering into the playground,

I see  a merry-go-round,

Which held us altogether

In an intimate tether.

 

 

Standing on the portals,

Glancing through the totals,

Renders a  feeling pleasant,

Registers a thought decent.

 

 

My heart goes to you,

Since my thoughts are from you

I am bound to you  my dear,

For what I am   in the near.