School years

Where I cried the first time I went,

and again when I left,

I don't want the memories going faint,

Don't want to feel bereft.

The lesson of life there I learnt,

and made so many friends.

And now it brings tears to my eyes

as it comes to an end.

Each grade was something different,

but years later I realized;

All the teachers took care of me,

Always standing by my side.

I wanted to grow up really fast,

and now that it's really happened,

I wish I could relive the moments,

I wish the time wouldn't have hastened.

Now we have all been separated,

and gone our own ways.

But I'm not forgetting anyone,

they'd have a special place in my heart always.

Collected wonderful stories and anecdotes

which my children would hear,

And then ask me the hardest question,

"Of all, who was dear?"

Well, that would be really tough,

but I would choose my mates

With whom I have grown up,

Who shared my love and hate.

Thank you all for being here,

hope you had a good time!

With this sweet goodbye I end

this nostalgic-sounding rhyme

-Chinmayee Kulkarni