' It's our annual day '
My junior ringed me
My pupils dilated
In the flood of memories
Not just just days or months
But years of happiness
No longer I go there everyday
But a part of me still
Lives in those corners
The scribbled benches
And those tainted walls
Pranking with friends
Trailing behind teachers
Everything flashed in a second
And now at least for hours
I'm going back to my heaven
MY SCHOOL - in every sense of the word!

- Roha Aurora