My Expressions

Date : 16 April 2020

  • Young Voice
  • Manya Jain

This poem is all related to friendship and how much we miss the old school days. The fights, the lunchboxes, the notebooks, the teachers and all the memories are unforgettable.

A place where we all go crying 
And try to look cool 
A place where people think we are lying 
This place is called school

A place where we make our name 
And gain knowledge
Where we get Fame
And then leave for college 

The time when we studied for nights 
And made relations forever
Now we miss those fights
And the moment spent together


Manya Jain

Grade 8, Delhi Public School, Sonepat, Haryana

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