School

School short poem

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What a fascinating place is this school
a place where we learn something cool
the place where we learned to write
the place where the first day was fright
the teachers who selflessly teach us
the children might turn out Copernicus
the place from which we cannot escape
for ten to twelve years of pace
but there are things like childhood memory
which must be kept like an ivory
the place where the girls become Snow White
where the boys become the Dark Knight
the place where we learned more than just reading books
to do things by any hook or crook
the place where we learned manners
the place where in games we took chances
I am never going to forget
my friends too I bet
I miss my teachers , friends and the benches
oh ! I wish I can turn back to the ages
I miss those wonderful schooldays

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My name is Ambuja Parameshwary ,I am a in home science ,human development as major in BMN college of home science in Matunga, Mumbai
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Shamala Chandran
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School…the first place we visit after leaving home…brought back memories of my school after so many years…thanks for the poem 🙂

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