Ananya Singh, Class XI A
The first day of school, the new session began,
A new chance for us to explore the things we can.
Ten years of friendship, the broken chain,
A few of that group in every section, remain.
We sat there with our new classmates, all heterogeneous,
Our future plans and goals were still ambiguous.
The concepts were different and the subjects were too,
But we were able to cope up, with the teachers’ woos.
Everyday, trying to relate with everything new,
The sarcastic jokes had become few.
We miss those days, the playground, the sky,
Now burdened with books piled up so high.
Those days in the library, with our friends are gone,
Will they ever come back, I ponder upon.
The ground we used to play upon, is just a clod for us now
When did we all grow up, will someone tell me how?
Till tenth it was a piece of cake, as our mind conceived
But this year, we’ll face and accept the challenges we receive.
Oh, where are those days, when we used to eat in the mess,
Got stars in our notebooks from the class mistress?
‘Stand outside the class’, the glare our teachers gave,
Whenever we used to be late or when we misbehaved.
They call us grown ups, new to the world,
We need to face the challenges that people hurl.
Mature, grown up, strong are we!
Ready to hide the pain, no one can ever see.
