School days are treasured,
That fill our hearts with pleasure,
I was three,
When I bid goodbye to my parents,
Now I'm fifteen,
When I have to leave school, but can't,
Because those little things,
Have become memories,
Memories that could never vanish from my mind,
From those chalk fights,
To those stupid names,
And those silly little things,
Last but not the least,
Our teacher's scoldings,
These become memories.
While first bencher made notes,
Last bencher made memories,
During lunch break, biryanis and brownies,
Were feasted upon,
Canteen parties on birthdays were sworn,
And food fights were always on,
All these became memories.
Memories that could not be forgotten,
For school days were the best days of a persons life.
