Again and again
A child returns
To his primary school of
Yester, yester, yesteryears
With his few books
Packed in a cloth bag
Hanging from his shoulder
Walking on the path of many cheers.
On the bushes besides
There were butterflies around
Thousands and thousands
Of many colors and hue
But yellows were in throngs
Standing on the ground
Welcoming me to the “lesson house”
Older everyday but ever new!
The sparrows at the ration
godown
Loudly sing cherebere
My tender steps to the school
They gladly celebrate
Matching the voices of the
children
From the workers’ lines
Little seekers of knowledge
The humble classrooms vibrate!
Here I can see my good
teachers
Julius and Gabriel so sincere
With reading or singing children
Fifty odd or more.
All of them vanish from me
In a moment’s flash
Only to return to the child’s
heart
Unannounced through open door!
Xavier Bage
Tues, May 10, 2016
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