A Place Called School

By N. Shirin Azra

So many memories—

Do you remember?

It has been almost fourteen years,

And I am filled with fear.

The fear that it all ended

One random day,

The fear that I will lose everything

From that special place.

The place in my heart

Never lets it fade away.

I am getting emotional—

Sorry, but I have to say:

A place called school,

Now locked up with memories.

It made us wonder about life

And all its mysteries.

As I pass by,

Many emotions fill inside—

Happiness, sorrow and lingering pride.

The classrooms once filled with laughter and cheer,

And strong friendships that were near and dear,

All of it now feels like a distant dream,

Still shining within, a cherished gleam.

Teachers who taught us subjects and life,

The huge campus with nature’s bright light,

The ceremonial hall where we bid adieu—

All remains still in that place called school.

Many secrets shared and many gossips anew,

Curiosity and anxiety were left to brew;

A place that was a second home,

Where we laughed, we learned and we’d freely roam.

A part of life we had to leave,

Yet it will always stay—

A chapter closed in time,

But open in the heart, always.

All that we are, all that we knew—

Forever lives in a place called school.

By N. Shirin Azra