Just became a bit nostalgic after getting in touch with my old friends. The days that i spent in my school , god... can never forget. Dont want to either . Just thought of it this way....
I got up on the bus
i found my little seat
i traveled through the bumpy roads
that gives me inner beats
And then i reach my school
and so i reach my class
i find my friends, sitting there
who always wave when i pass
The prayers , the carols
they blend in us so hard
the sound of it
will make us get
all chirpy in our hearts
we chit chat
we read
we play the famous games
we have our lunch
under the big tree branch
that takes our breath away
And then we find
we are left behind
as its time for the next session
so we rush our way
just to find
the session has just began
Be ready for a scream
be ready for a drill
we say while climbing the stair
we reach our class
we find our place
and sneak inside to relax
They make all fun
they make you frown
oh, friends make all our memories
those are the days
that i would choose
if i wanted to forget my worries
So funny are those days
So good are those days
I could hardly forget one
when i were there,
playing my part
never thought it was my last fun.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
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cooking recipeee....nostalgic poetry....kalakare janani!!!!!;)
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