Those long corridors,

Those benches and desks,

The tree through which

Whistles through, the breeze

Happen to know the stories

That were woven in these storeys.

Those rickety chairs,

That canteen’s flavourful air,

Those classroom walls,

That heard that love is in the air.

Those were the days,

We tried to go our ways,

Teachers were friends and

Friends turned friends for life.

A glance at old pictures

Or the autograph signatures,

Rekindle those moments

And bring a smile at this moment.

Kirti V


itโ€™s a new day

Can you hear me?