The Lost Days!

School life  as time 
Passes on and on 
Waits for none 
Moves with thrill and fun. 
Never be gained
Never be retained 
Proves its harshness 
Now and then. 

A four walled structure 
As rare as pearl
As pure as white
Mends learners 
Into a precious jewel. 

Teachers ecstatic 
Essence of sweet lime. 
Lessons so serious 
Were taken as pun 
Now blames ourself 
In million tones. 

The discovered diamonds 
That precisely polished 
Me for the best. 
Hands of beautiful time moved 
seconds it crosses 
Year by year reaches step higher. 

End of the adventurous life 
Came near when held 
An invitation saying  : Despedida. 

Emotions overwhelmed 
Foes that shook hands 
Warm comfort in bestie's hug
Holds out a perfect portrait. 

Holding the memories 
Moist eyes 
Confused in a state -
To blame or to regain 
The days  I lost! 
                            -- Sujitha

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  1. Shyno Mary GeorgeApril 11, 2020 at 11:32 PM

    Awesome...... Keep writing dear.. All the very best

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  2. LakshaApril 12, 2020 at 12:23 AM

    Superbb😍

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  3. Sindhu ganeshApril 12, 2020 at 1:22 AM

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  4. RITIKA PARIDAApril 12, 2020 at 1:41 AM

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  5. RITIKA PARIDAApril 12, 2020 at 1:42 AM

    Thank you so much sujitha...for the poem this reminded me my school days..💞

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  6. PinkyApril 12, 2020 at 7:06 AM

    Hands of beautiful times moved in seconds nice lines yar 😊🥰👏👏👏 really great lines while reading I feel the days thank you 😊

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  7. MokshiApril 12, 2020 at 8:31 PM

    Yrr u reminded me the moments we spend together in school.....very nice yrr .....keep writing ❤❤

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  8. Ms. BlueApril 14, 2020 at 10:43 PM

    😍 Wow nice poem. It took me back to my school days

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  9. AalishaApril 15, 2020 at 4:17 PM

    School days😭😭

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