Morning assembly and prayer
Then begin classes
In half concrete rough rooms.
On six seated benches
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These are treasured memories Suman! I think the bunyan tree or gulmohar tree was there within every school compound! In our school also there were many trees under which we used to open our lunch boxes! To top it, there was a small stream flowing by... Those are such sweet days, we would love to go back anytime! Enjoyed ! !
A Beautiful poem Suman. Your poem have taken me back to school days. Though we cannot go back to school. But our poems can take us back to any memories....Really loved reading it. I loved it.
By the time comes dusk Eighth period gets over. Were those days back! .. so lovely to feel...10 will they be back? to stake claim for happiness and innocence
schoolings is the best time.............and have beautiful memories......... a goood write, , i also invite u to read mine
Poetic reminiscence of school days that will not hug us again............well composed...... Suman................ thanks for sharing...................
very nice poem about school days...real and beautifully written poem.come and comment on my poems....i think you can better comment on me