School days are treasures,
That fill our hearts with pleasures,
I was three ,When I came to school
and bid goodbye to my parents,Now I'm fifteen ,When I have to leave school,
but can't Because those little things,
Have become memoriesππ
Memories that could never vanish from my mind,
Those helping hands, dreaming days,
fighting for benches, and rushing after bells,
eye contact within teaching period,
stopping the uncontrollable laugh, kicking, hitting, and insulting will never be out of mindππ
From those chalk fights ,To those stupid names & those silly little things,
fighting for benches, and rushing after bells,
eye contact within teaching period,
stopping the uncontrollable laugh, kicking, hitting, and insulting will never be out of mindππ
From those chalk fights ,To those stupid names & those silly little things,
Our teacher's scolding, opening lunch at almost any period..
And food fights were always on..π«π
All these became memories.ππ
Memories that could not be forgotten,
For school days are the best days of a person's life.
☆♤Haital Singh♤☆
And food fights were always on..π«π
All these became memories.ππ
Memories that could not be forgotten,
For school days are the best days of a person's life.
☆♤Haital Singh♤☆
