Remember those days
when I lurked around the school library
along with my friends
trying to find that one book
that stings your page turning fingertips
even while experiencing tiredness
while every single bone of your body retorts
in your every nerve.
Remember those days
having your lunch
in the giant staircase,
chatting about the day
with great humor.
Remember those days
before the summer break
while we start the countdown
a month ago.
Remember those days
while i felt ironic
when someone said that
this is the best part of your life.
As we get to do so much of homework
which had to be done withcreativity
all through the holidays.
‘Experience is the best teacher’
My school days was indeed
the best part of my life.