How pleasurable days were they
No fatigue of work was there,
How much we used to play
Those school days of mine
That scolding of teacher
That class group picture!
At the morning assembly, we used to pray
Those school days of mine.
To hurry up for school
The urge to wear a uniform,
To wait, for the school bus on the way
Those school days of mine
Going to the class and waiting for attendance
The excuse for not doing homework, “notebook is not with us.”
This all was like a play
Those school days of mine.
Standing up in a queue in the assembly line
Laughing on the mic in between the prayers
Loudly pronouncing the pledge every day
Those school days of mine.
Laughing and making noises when a teacher was on the way
At arriving of a teacher, that silence we pretended
See how pretty was my day
Those school days of mine.
After wishing the teacher, those naughty things we would do
The teasing of our friends, one or two
Opening the books the attention we would pay
Those school days of mine.
The dream to grow up and go to college
We thought it will be so pleasant!
But alas! Nothing is there for me to say
Those School days of mine
The only thing that would make all fine!
Somebody, please Bring me back
Those school days of mine!
