Now at times I do think,

how will be my life after school.

when there will be no brown and blue chairs,

and no old and funny rules.



How will I step down my car,

and kick the first stone I get towards the school gate.

how will I spit a chewing gum outside the office door-

and enter the office thinking the excuse for being late.



How will I enter the class and give a high-five to my friends,

who actually wait for me or may be just pretend.

how will I keep my bag on the chair with a loud and huge noise,

and look at my friends who are silent because to me that silence really annoys.



How will I welcome the teacher,

and call her with the nickname we had given her.

how will I turn back to my class,

and pass the funniest comment on her.



How will I bunk my classes-

of the boring lessons which my mind always strikes.

and then talk to the best friend who's already outside,

about the extremely new style of bikes.



Then entering the class before it ends,

that is just before the bell does knell.

Then I roll my pencil on the desk,

to finish the imaginary magic spell.



How will I run out of the class,

and rush to the washroom door.

which is same as any other washroom-

and nothing less or more.



It is an ordinary washroom,

a normal space for ten.

but it is not actually a washroom-

but a seceret talking den.



At the sound of the bell,

how will I rush back to the class,

before the latecomers list is declared,

made by the monitors who stand like dogs- ears laid back and teethbared.



How will I get the punishment for my incomplete work,

how will I avoid the punishment and find excuses for that.

which will be otherwise quite embarrassing when-

my friends would tease and say "how was that???"



But then I think when I will be in 12th,

and the last day after farewell I will step into my car.

how will I wave an adieu to my friends outside.

they are the same old friends---

But that day they will weep inside,

but will pretend to smile at me-

and how will I those faces see...

how will I those faces see...