School Day Melancholy Poem by Jayatissa K. Liyanage

Most loved last bell, ding-dong-ding
Rushing blood filled veins adding limb strength
Jabbered, not sang all stanzas fast
Picking up books, pens et cetera in haste

Back home we set out, one would think
No, it isn't, but different errand in fact
In shady tree grove along way home
Out picking pods, berries, fruits ‘n nuts

No hurry for homey lunch, matters not much
Collect enough stuff is the target mind held
Fruits, berries, pod ‘n plums, varying kind
Our tummies adapted to, digest well

Climbing trees, wines and even rocks
In race we pick them from raw to ripe
Memories of acts, awakened like real
Sweet nostalgia they, in reminiscence

Saddened heart, seeing modern development
Pathway pebbles ‘n grains knew by touch
No more, they've all gone tarmac trodden
Groves, childhood bound with, gone for good

Sadly enough, none in Cyber generation
Tied with i-pad, face-book, and what not
Knew not those chews, even name sake
Let's not talk tastes, we rascals enjoyed?