That inseparable feeling

It’s been so long ,

But still in my distinct memory .
The days I have cherished the most ,
Have become temporary.
When I was four,
Standing on the door.
I remember i was shivering and afraid to go ,
An angel came and all the gloom flows.
I find different flowers in the garden of class,
Put them in the basket and make it ours.
Little by little I join the piece,
And made my World at ease.

All day what I do was roamed,

Guess I find another home.
Teachers as parents and friends as siblings,
Everyone has become my tart’s filling .
Eagerly waiting whole year for annual function,
Gives us a chance to make school a junction.
I don’t know why Saturday was our favorite,
Maybe it was the last day of week’s bracelet.
“Study is not that hard”- teacher shout,
Because we got tones of hand to help out.

We will grow older the feeling was bad,

But it was amazing to see everything in red.
We become teens and unaware of the fact,
Clumsy, spaced out , reckless that’s how we act.
Trying to figure the new feelings of heart,
Guess a new chapter to life just starts.
Everything starts feeling better and nice,
When that one person is sitting beside.
Earlier we find excuses for skipping,
Now the feeling to stay is gripping.
Unaware of the fact what future we hold,
God want something else and the feelings were
stoled.
Smiling, crying, shouting is a part of life,
All these feelings that makes us alive.

Now it’s time for us to study,

The future we want will turn muddy.
From school to coaching and back to home,
This is a pure student zone.
Sometimes studying , sometimes bunking
And passed the day around jumping.
Canteen just turns into birthday hall,
It make me in pain whenever I recall.
Lunch begins and class turns to dinning,
Can’t hold myself when the feast was lying.
Exam was ours but teacher felt that more,
Help us with all knowledge until the last door.
I open my eyes that’s how my dream ends,
When I remember that it’s time to wend.