(i)
My school stood roaring in my little heart
when my little feet sensed the corridor.
Heavy were the days
Loading stuffed up bag
Hell or heaven, I couldn’t tag.
Yearn the grace of my mama’s kiss,
when I climb upto my class
Feared of the rattling sound of my master’s stick,
I sit with a cautious widened eye.
Stumbled with the call of my name,
I strive to budge my shivery lips to rejoin those Harappans and Mohanjodaro.
Counting the hours to rush upto my mama,
My little heart sat with the fingers crossed
Cursed those historians and mathematicians who flew my book to the red- lined basket
Cursed the ring- ring sound of the school bell that brought those Cholas and Algebras in my Barbie’s world.
Hell or heaven I couldn’t tag my school
(ii)
Years passed….
My school stood ever so bright, nodding at the temple bells
My school…my heart mumbled after long years of shedding tears.
Longed to see my stepping stone
Who naked the mystery of the world of books
Carrying the trace of my good old teachers,
I proudly sign myself as a Teacher.
Gone are the days…
But my school stood up in the sky touching the heaven of success.