I look around to see,
The familiar white rooms with brownish layers of coating,
The people I call my friends,
And the teachers with their talks and scolds,
I look around to see it all.
I try to remember the first time I came here,
And see a hesitant shy girl with innocence in her.
I remember what I had been,
And I know what I have become.
I cry for the person I was,
For the loss of her so fast.
I remember what I am now,
And wonder are there going to more losses and how
And I look around to see me evolve.
I observe the changing equations
And define the new relations,
I make them and sometimes break them,
But I always rearrange them.
I look around to see me talk.
I talk to them,
With their different names and different games,
And their different ways of achieving fame.
I think about them all
And wonder to myself
Are the faking it or are they making it..
Maybe,
They are taught to fake it till they can make it.
I thank them all
For making me fall.
For making me feel it all for the first time,
The friendship, the trust, the pain and the pressure.
For teaching me the art of never giving up
Holding on even if I am in a fall
I wonder what school is for others,
Is it education or it is sports,
It is a dreamland or a nightmare.
All I can say is,
School for me is a manifestation and evolution,
Of me and my emotions.
