SHADES OF MEMORIES

                                 
It may be a weakness, or is it, to think of olden times
To love our early years and our old school rhymes
It is so touching,a remembrance
That ever preserves in its fragrance..
The tree on which we tried our graving skill
The very name we carved existing still;
The bench on which we sat  while deep  in study
Though mangled and hacked but still sturdy.
We the little ones , rolling sleeves and chasing hot,
Playing our games, now kindling happy thoughts,
To pitch into the round ring our basket ball ,
Ever regretful that it was always a shortfall,
The hall where we heard told fairy stories
Evoking in our heart tender memories
The pleasing scenes at once excites
Such recollection of our  early delights,
Thinking of them we seem almost to regain
Our happy, innocent,  simple years again.
This loving attachment to our old school place
Where first we ventured into lifes long race,
Maintains its hold with such irresistible sway,
Lingers still in dreams of bliss even to our latest day

Raman

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