I must have cried for going to school
My eyes still get wet remembering the school.
My eyes still get wet remembering the school.
It was such a big family where we had so many Mothers to help us
and as many Dads to scold us. It was never less than a Home.
It was a place everyone was King,
Place where life never use to blink.
Every though of teacher was a fact,
everyone's dream was to be a teacher.
Never felt the need to know, who is God?
Life was simple, as it cab be.
We were the reason for smile on Elder's face and
Sometimes a line on worry on their forehead.
