The smell of those plants
Painting the grounds green
The gates that guard
The fort that towers above
The tall buildings in the vicinity
The aura of the chapel that lies
A divine atmosphere that hovers
The sands that have seen
The footsteps of many a soul
The stands that have memories
From sweet to bitter, still linger
The delightful basketball court
Occupies some everlasting place
The stage where the shows are up
From pleasant melodious songs
To rapid, folk ones and hymns
From classical to hiphop dances
The small room where we were taught
Where we grew, where we laughed,
Where we cried, where we had friends
The desks with more words than notebooks
Ribbons tied like accessories
Over the neatly braided hair;
Exciting lunch breaks, delicious food
Goes down upto the last available space!
Exams, answer sheets sends chills down
Prayers and morning assembly, a lullaby.
Teacher on leave?!, an hour of rejoicing
On the last day, bidding goodbyes
Not permanent, yet painful
Soon it all transforms, everything
From carefree life to a responsible one
Suddenly, we have grown
From mischievous girls to mature women
Planted and watered on the very soil
With care, love, prayer and God.
Hey all! So yeah, this is about my school that was a second home to me and a day doesn't go by I don't miss school. It has taught me everything that I am now.
Thanks for reading :) Stay blessed :')
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