Home from school

I cherish the monsoon during the school days, it marked the beginning of the new academic year, new gear and the timeless fun in the rains.
This poem is a tiny tribute to that golden chapter of childhood …

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They have got new pairs of shoes,
New uniforms and new backpacks,
All charged by the vacation booze,
Filling the air with their quacks

Seated quiet in the classroom,
But their minds are wandering out,
Watching the dusted roads groom,
Enchanted by the new foliage sprout

On the grounds they go wild,
Skidding on grass,toppling each buddy,
Can’t be controlled with measures mild,
Whilst playing in the waters muddy

In their minds a desire springs,
To be free and drift alike in dreams,
Like a bird that dives and wets its wings,
Like a paper boat that sails in streams

Lightning,thunders terrify and attract,
And to each other they cling,
Taking the showers along the tract,
Though raincoats they all bring

The kids are unhurried and merry,
Jumping and falling in every pool,
Drenched, hungry but devoid of worry,
While walking back to home from school

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