Jannathunzia Shamsudeen
Allianz
Back to School
From a middle class family
To a near by school..
All that bothered was
a walk to home for lunch..
My parents didn't know about the complexity
For history and geography in std one..
And being the topper
People exclaimed
Why not a bigger school??
My dad turned to be Einstein
Eureka... Alas a convent school..
Admissions closed..
But headmistress excited with my achievements..
To class two..
Dad found it easy
For two kids in same school
As travel was better
Excelled in sports and Arts..
Studies and goodness..
To the higher convent school for class 5
No big memories so far..
For sometimes I have astonished
If I had amnesia..
Yes.. my third school paved a way..
Land of girls..
Fullest of freedom..
Deep down I was an introvert..
Picked me up from the pool of apples..
To the height of accomplishments..
Not a notable person of rewards
But to know who I am..
Interests were explored..
A nightingale in the choir..
An artist in the dreams..
An athlete in the ground..
A sportsperson in the court..
A Leader for the entire school..
Teacher's pet..
Famous to be a boyy..
Known for naughtiness..
87 percent in 10th was not appreciated by parents..
But I was happy to the core..
For school was my home..
Organiser..event manager..
Humanitarian.. facilitator..
A bookish worm to a crackerjack..
Finally the second topper..
Never dropped a tear on the final day
For I know it is my home
And I can walk in any time..
Now back to the school
Is not a collection of memories
For they made living moments in me ..
Was , is and will be my home alwayssss…