While I slowly moved down the sands of time,
Weariness and monotony clinging on as crime.
Flashed back thoughts of my small boarding school,
A cloudburst of memories as I wept by the pool.
The Monday morning bell ringing loud and clear,
As the warden appeared each day in fresh attire,
“Wake up you hooligans” shouting our miss dear,
Startling the little ones as they woke up in fear.
The daily routine and the occasional fights,
Sleeping during studytime and wide awake at nights.
Making new penpals and writing in secret diaries,
Giggling in classes and asking silly queries.
Dressing up for concerts and passing weird comments,
Grand birthday celebrations and many wonderful moments.
Watching horror movies and praying at nights,
Or going early to bed after turning on all lights.
Adolescence quickly passed by with sheer jubilation,
Merry making, laughing and in pure exaltation.
Then came life's burdens crushing down with thunders,
Shaking all my dreams and plunging into blunders.
Since then forlorn, I am praying with tired eyes,
Searching frantically in between silent cries.
The last night of peace in our dilapidated mansion,
Laughing and dancing to see our "Miss" in tension...
