I dreamt yesterday of the little school
the forlorn fragrance clasped in breeze cool
where I learnt the alphabet,
lifes commas and fulls stops
where I learnt to smile
survive lifes jumps and hops
I saw all those little hands
which clutched mine
winking and smiling at me
I stood there enthralled
I could stop that moment else it shall flee
I dreamt of the little school yesterday
which made me what I am today
Sun shone on its roofs like everyday
flowers bloomed children danced
I stood there in a trance
I wish I could step back
If life ever gave me a chance
I cannot repay
them with any honour,in any kind
such are those moments
engraved in my mind
I dreamt yesterday of the little school
the fragrance of jasmine and the paper boats in the pool
A teacher there taught ancient history
i stood there glistening
in the aura of her fervoury
the blackboard there said LEARN WITH PLEASURE
luminous moments in my eyes as I treasure
from buds she carved out flowers
as we learnt that
from challenges we shall not deter
I cuddled myself in the warmth of her voice
wish i cud hide there
immerse myself in her equipoise
I dreamt yesterday of the little school
the forlorn fragrance clasped in breeze cool
the forlorn fragrance clasped in breeze cool
where I learnt the alphabet,
lifes commas and fulls stops
where I learnt to smile
survive lifes jumps and hops
I saw all those little hands
which clutched mine
winking and smiling at me
I stood there enthralled
I could stop that moment else it shall flee
I dreamt of the little school yesterday
which made me what I am today
Sun shone on its roofs like everyday
flowers bloomed children danced
I stood there in a trance
I wish I could step back
If life ever gave me a chance
I cannot repay
them with any honour,in any kind
such are those moments
engraved in my mind
I dreamt yesterday of the little school
the fragrance of jasmine and the paper boats in the pool
A teacher there taught ancient history
i stood there glistening
in the aura of her fervoury
the blackboard there said LEARN WITH PLEASURE
luminous moments in my eyes as I treasure
from buds she carved out flowers
as we learnt that
from challenges we shall not deter
I cuddled myself in the warmth of her voice
wish i cud hide there
immerse myself in her equipoise
I dreamt yesterday of the little school
the forlorn fragrance clasped in breeze cool
awesome post.....both the posts brought out the real Sitara out of the veil. Had seen the pretty Sitara without her veils---a very calm and composed sweet Sitara. Today the two fiery posts brought to these ageing eyes a Sitara bold.... at the same time subtle in a way....KEEP WRITING DEAR SITARA..IT INDEED IS A PLEASURE READING UR WORDS....You have said a lot without really saying it...Let the thoughts keep pouring out in beautiful verse and prose.....
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