Sudipta Mishra, Puri, 16November 2024
Gone are the good old days
In the womb of time.
Now sitting silently I can only explore
golden memories of mine.
Dear friends, I recall our gatherings
Under the mango tree
I can still hear the echoes of prayers and commands carried out aloud
By our dearest Scout Teacher.
While taking a trip down the memory lane
I remember each memorable moments
With my friends…
The long talks at the corridors
Waiting for the tiffin break,
The school bag with a heavy load,
Reminds me of the punishment given by the Math teachers.
We all survive in the scorching heat of Summer
And even we dance outside the classes in the rain of July!
I can still recall the shining birds in the nearby pond of the school backyard.
With glittering eyes, I used to stare
As students were restricted to go there.
Everything is now stored in a treasured memory box.
Now, I can only cherish those moments of glorious years.
With a nostalgic look at those unforgettable memories
All that I can do is to paint those old good memories in the pages of a never-ending story…
