A little something I wrote for my friends at school, as a tribute to the glorious batch of 2009-10, DPS Dwarka, the pioneers of hare-brained chitchat, loafing around, and laughing at each other’s ill-timed PJ’s.
Adieu
Monday morning was a morbid day,
I knew not what dangerous assignments lay,
In school, where hour-long classes were my foes,
And daily homework the source of all my woes.
We judged teachers at first encounters,
Measured their strictness through careful banter;
To the strict ones we were angels, our halos missing,
To the more compassionate, we were the devil’s blessing.
I trudged through the dreary week
Listening to the clock hands’ creak,
Wondering if teachers could play tricks with time,
Then a smack would end these daydreams of mine.
We could not have survived our education,
If it wasn’t for gossip with friends;
Mindless chatter about latest trends,
Hushed whispers in class, useless knowledge to spend.
Had I known these days of mischief were few,
I would have cherished each insignificant memory,
Each drop of precious dew.
Now to my comrades-in-crime,
I must bid adieu,
Though I hope our bond stands through time,
Never fading in the hearts of me and you.
