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Poem on School with many rules
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I went to that school,
Where there was so many rules.
I never cried ,
When i attended my first day of my school
But inside i died.
Every year of my school was so new,
Books,chapters,teachers,student and
Lessons few.
But to me everything seems to flew,
As i grew.
Sometimes some teachers were bitter
As brandy,
And sometimes sweeter like sugarcandy
Every teacher knew me,
Not because of my talent,
But for being frequently absent.
I always wonder why,
I went to that school where there was
So many rules.
Being not so good student in my class,
Still i always looked outside the window glass.
My place was always changed with
Almost all the topper of my class,
But still it never made me topper
Among the school mass.
I was always used to be a quiet
And a shy girl,
With somewhat little straight
And little wavy curl.
Being tallest in my class
I always used to stand last in my line,
Which always made me feel
Like cloud nine.
But still I didn’t liked that school
Where my whole family went,
And where thirteen years of
My life was spent.
That school is still the best
School in the city
But it always appeared to me
Very witty.
I always wonder why
I went to that school
Which make me feel bore,
But then i remembered it was the place
Where i learnt how to explore.
Today i may not be student of that school,
But still today i am abide by its golden rules.
I may not be a best student
Which you wanted me to be,
But i am a good person
Which you dreamed for me to be.
Now i have all the answer to my question
Why i went to that school,
Where there was so many rules.
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