My School (A Poem)

At an age tender

I entered Xavier

Delighted was I

For the buildings were high

Many many boys
and a lot of noise
so much home work
and lots of other work
Learnt we history
and many a story
about the feudal system
But in school was there a different system!
The teacher the tyrant
We the slaves, not at all different
The years went
I would only repent
knowledge I gained
teacher's slaps pained
I had to bear it all
for a better wasy there was none at all
years passed briskly
i don't know how quickly
dreamt i the day
when I will leave school one day
dreamt relief from monotonous school
no more boring no more tyranny
at last one morning came the day
in school my last day
my last day in school
after which iI will never go to school
The day went past
I did not believe till the last
It is always sad to part
All bitter memories turned sweet
After all my school is my school
The first and my last school
And now I look forward to a new life
a new college life