Teary eyes, forceful smiles ; lot to say, before the end
of the day.
The day with no gossips, no fights ; only thing to do is
hug tight & reunite.
Tables-neat, no answers written on it to cheat.
Tiffin feels light, like there’s no food in it for everyone
to fight.
Lot to say but no words, memories fly inside the head
like birds.
Those UNO games & giving nick names; those carefree
calls with our dearest pals.
The sports day, lot to play; we support our house & the
environment is full of chaos.
The toppers chanting answers before the test, aloud &
the rest listening to them with interest, profound.
Laughing on a lame joke, uniform with stains of coke;
insulting friend, but always beside each other to defend.
Dressing up for farewell & “take a good picture of us”,
the girls yell.
Every moment flashes in mind & tears roll down, but
with delight.
The school shirt becomes an open letter & whenever we
see it we feel better.
A day with no regulation, no rule;
Yes , it is the last day of school.