The moments which once made us laugh and smile,

Now remembering them makes us cry for a while.

That lunch break and morning prayer,

The days which were joyful and free of care.

I miss my idiots and fools,

Yes! there is a heaven on earth, named SCHOOL.

Sleeping in the lap of my grandma with peace,

Words can't define that love and missing piece.

We will meet again grandma, on the dooms' day,

I have many incidents to share and convey. :)

My parents, the energy and hardwork of whom I admired,

With time they too are now aged and tired. :)

A Memory is like a wound, unhealed,

Scratching it, always has some beautiful pain to be revealed.

I have a no. Of memories to name,

But these are not comfortable to frame.

I cry for a while when I try to read my mind,

I think this is called life, very well defined.