School Memories

Rushing into the class under a watchful glare;

 Cribbing how the teachers were biased, unfair

 Laughter echoed over missal and Chinese 

 After cursing the queue that never seemed to cease.

The Grand Gopalvan is nothing short of a god sent

 Where we danced and sang to our heart’s content. 

 “13, 14, 15, change” on the grounds we yelled 

 And celebrated the physics class being cancelled 

 Hooting as we threw the torches up and away

 Even words fall short to describe our shandaar sports day.

 Formals, debates, chits, memes, and brownies 

 Shaped those unforgettable (decorum!) ISMUN memories

The random bunks and washroom breaks with the gang

 Racing to the canteen the very second the lunch bell rang.

 Pen fights, STD and confessions became our daily ritual 

 Crushing on seniors and getting heartbroken was perpetual. 

 The walls and desks bore evidence of our inner kalakaar 

 Staybacks and punishments were always fun with your ‘yaar’

Emotions and memories begin to flow, 

As down the memory lane I go,

Walking through the memories of past,

Memories that forever will last.

My second home where I once entered as an anxious minion,

 And now leave with countless memories as a proud Sulonian.

“Once a Sulonian, always a Sulonian”

P.S- featured in the OASAAS school magazine 2020 edition