Poetic Stories

I

Holding the hands of my aunt,
Walking up the steep road,
I reached my first day of school.
Ah! Those innocent faces around me
Googling with curiosity,
I was doing the same.
Not just that,
I vomited on the way on a auto;
It was a traumatic experience.
Yet a refreshing chance to know the world.
Well it all changed after reaching
School with probable friends.

II

But I didn’t made friends there,
That day I just observed.
The new faces, the new people,
They seemed so cheerful;
They seemed so beautiful;
I was very happy.
Yet I was so silent.
I just wanted to cause trouble.
Laugh and giggle,
Play and babble,
Jiggle and jiggle.

III

You never forget your first day of school.
You never forget your first step in life.
None of the friends there remember me.
Neither do I!
I don’t even remember their faces.
But I remember playing train with them;
I remember watching cartoon
On a free day with my nursery buddies.
I remember getting very bad marks in handwriting.
I remember my teachers trying hard,
To teach me read and write.
To teach me have a life.
To teach me live.
I wish to see them again atleast once in my life.