‘Down the memory lane’
                                                 - Ramesh  Iyengar
Dear  School
                  Days  in  swift  away  flee
                 Another  zodiac gone  through  we.
                 As  haste  as  shooting  star
                 vanishing  yet, leaving  no  scar.
Ah, my  alma  mater! 
                My  light!  My  lamp  so  bright.
                Fine  memories  of  era  sweet.
                Fun  and  frolic  in  complete.
                These  long  corridors  will  do  echo
                whispers  and  clamours  here  we  do.
                Our  preceptors  like  candles  melt
                which  I  wonder  we  hardly  felt.
Ah, how  charming! 
              The  exam  blues. The  lush  lawns.
              Misty  milieu. Mysterious  lessons.
               Damp   slopes. Muddy  fields.
              A  wet  sky  on  a  rainy  night.
             The  woods  that  make  one  affright.
             The  toll  of  the  bell
             striking  at  heart  awful.
Ah, my  step-mom! 
                   Who  cares  as  thee  so  gentle? ! 
                   These  legends  my  song  will  tell.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
Ever green memories....very well done