Chalk dust swirls in sunlit rays,
Laughter spills in playground maze.
Pigtails bounce, a whispered joke,
Pencils race, then doodle smoke.
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Teacher's tap, a ruler's rap,
Sleepy heads in sunlit nap.
Paper planes take flight so free,
Across the desks, to history.
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Crayons sing in rainbow hues,
Muddy boots track leafy dews.
Whispers dance on tiptoes light,
Giggles burst at paper fright.
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Story time, a dragon's roar,
Sleepy eyes then snore, snore, snore.
Lunchbox smells, a symphony,
Apple crunch and peanut glee.
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Playground shouts, a joyful din,
Tag and swing, and spin, and spin.
Bell rings high, the day takes flight,
School days weave in dreams at night.
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Sunil Kushwaha
I am a writer of the poems that can touch the heart of the people
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This is the story of my school days