Author: Vanshika Chandwani, Class VIII G
The last period is over.
The bell has rung,
We take a walk with friends.
When the songs of joy are sung.
When the class ends.
After the teacher leaves,
Endless chatter commences;
Pulling up your sleeves,
The little fight begins.
And the teacher enters.
She stands angrily,
Waiting for the chatter to stop,
She starts to scold then.
When one of us drops the pen.
Learning begins along with fun.
But one sad day,
All these moments will become the happy past.
With The Last Class Of The Day…
