Miss My Past


I never forget those school days
i always go with my best friend
holding her shoulder and chatting
with her is the best life forever
going to school with her was fast
coming back was more fun,specially
eating popsicale in summer time
or eating some little treats
we talk and laugh till we reach home
sometimes our teacher were very strict
sometimes sweet and funny
i come home and do my home work
eat my mom’s made food and sherbat
my sister help me with math and english
she made me smart and direct me on right path
sometime i play little games and bedminton
sometimes i go for a long walk with my street friend
we all sleep on the roof in the summer
we chat and fall asleep and sun wakesus up in morning
my sister makes breakfast with mom
i eat and go to college with my sister
we share and hear eachother
sometimes happy and sometimes unhappy
we both ride a bike and study
sometimes get good marks,sometimes less
but we never giveup hope
now those days pass and we all live for
no more sister makes me breakfast
no talk,no same old friends,no more
same life,they were past
and i miss my past
cause it was just wonderful

Submitted by Manjit rana.

2 Responses on “Miss My Past”

Riwa says:

vry nice poem i am still in school but i never think if i am going to leave school i will miss it/which life is better school or working in a job with a family???

zakir.hussain says:

Yes i really miss my school hours…

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