Woke up, clothed myself in school uniform,
With happy face, I entered the gate,
I never knew when I will exit it again,
My heart would be bleeding and torn.
Those 'Masi's' and 'Kaku's' ,
Those teachers with an aura of love,
The happiness in their scolding,
Those were unforgettable things!
That wide ground with stones we picked as a punishment,
Punishment did I say, for us it was a way of enjoyment!
Father, sister, and motherly love, all in one place.
I was watching myself in those uniform for the last time,
My eyes were unable to inhibit tears at the time.
We were crying like mad, like we were newborn child
and our heads, beneath the blessings of mortal Gods.
We all had pens in hand, scribbling our memories,
Like a child painting with crayons.
We were wearing monochrome shirts.
But the verdant hue that was left behind,
Spoke about our friendship more than any mouth could speak.
(*Looks at school for the last time, smile on face*)