School Life
Prologue - An institution where you have spent twelve years of your life, my school is my fort my second home.
Every morning I used to get up for school,
Books in my hand I would try to look cool,
Get up on the bus, find the back seat,
Music on my mind I am tapping my feet,
La Liga, EPL, tuition gossips, fairy tales,
Absent letters, home-work, plastic football, assembly bell.
Long line leading to the everyday class,
Someone from behind says, "Study is trash!"
First period's enthusiasm, second period down,
By third the tiffin is gone, short break we jounce.
Fourth was G.D, fifth considered free,
We are in our own world, full of spree.
Lunch break is a long story, let me tell you in detail,
Mother's eye, father's nose, every slang in retail
Some hanging around, some sweating in the field,
Others teasing the juniors, everyday drill.
Till sixth we were done, not anymore
Whatever it was, it was a bore
Seventh we dragged on, eighth was relapse
I think eighth was the one when I wrote my raps.
Going to miss all these, no more school,
No more morning hairstyle, no more master cool,
This is the end of a journey and start of one
I will continue writing hope you had fun.
-Farag Anjum Kureshi
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