My 8th Year At School Poem by Abie Arun

My 8th year at school,
Was my very best year when I was cool.
Nine months of friends and studies
Could catch up with those nostalgic feelings.
I wonder if I had one more year to spend time with them,
Rather than sitting in the den.
The last working day on March 24th,
Where flashing combined with lighting cameras;
Everyone saying-"Bye, bye, I'm leaving school",
And some others-"hoping to see you all next year"…
Crying with emotions,
That was the day when I turned ferocious.
Cries all over the school,
Some voices telling-"Never I could see this school once again"
Some only feel like poking themselves with a knife.
June, July, when chatting goes tremendous,
August, September, when studies goes on rattling,
October, when the happiest month begins,
November, when studies goes on ditching,
Now, I only feel like tempting myself with
A new year of Jan and Feb,
And then now,
Everyone runs helter-shelter,
To say "Good Bye" to the old, and "Hello" to the new;
Emotions combined with desire, the only thing that I wanted to say that time was-
"My very best year of school couldn't be this worse…"
I'd never forget this year and this day in my life.
The nostalgia of this year,
Will always be flashing in my mind.
I wrote a poem and gave to everyone to remember me with this school-
It ran like this:


The very best year,
As everyone knows,
We, students hope to see everyone once again,
And going partying with everyone once again,
Don't imagine this as a dream,
It's just an ice full of cream…
Remembering those awesome days,
When we all ran with food stuff;
Dancing and figuring ourselves to the extremes,
Performing huge shows at the stages;
Just for a remembrance, I'd say…
"I hope to see you all once again"
Bye… Bye…
Have a fruitful year with many lots of friends like us….