SCHOOL WAS LIKE..

SCHOOL WAS LIKE….
By Sherin Mary Zacharia

A layered coat of dust and timeless
serenity
Serves to cover me with an ancient charm
My memorable remains lie withered in the
past
Those were the times when the fables were
read
Loved by the generations that once existed
Where are those tiny feet that moved
around the mango tree?
The ribbons fluttering in the day light bright
Rhymes no longer repeated, no babbling
heard
Coloured paper not flying in pieces
No inky pinky ponkies, no mulberry bush
Who will chase the theif? Who is the police?
Never have they sat next to each other
Nor played basket, shared juice and lunch.
The bell was dark heavyvand loud then
A key press now boots well into the new
school day
To take notes about a world that had once
thrived
With sports, dance, picnics and
get togethers
More virtual friends zoomed in to video call
Links were plenty, but the souls longed for a
warm hug.

Author: Sherinmary zacharia

Sherin Mary Zacharia the born thoughts crafter It is divine to be autistic.to all the kind people on earth

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