Turning Back

Decimals and fractions
crowd my mind.

Formulas and equations
come in rows.

Punctuations and propositions
crisscross with a drag.

Spellings and grammar
keep me at bay.

Am restless all the more
never at peace.

It is the school days,
I relive.

I go behind in decades
without any hesitation.

Love to stay  for a while
as the years so far,
and those yet to come
make me tired.