Alma mater Poems
Bunch of Nostalgia
by Daisy 22
And going back to my old school made my life a little lugubrious.
Everything looked so same, yet something I felt so sluggish and so different.
The floral bed is no more rich, no more tranquil,
The park where we played was empty,
empty with joy and laughter.
Kid were not swinging on the swings,
Not sliding on slides,
Not playing on the See-Saws,
Not even on the Marry-Go-Round.
......
Bunch of Nostalgia
by Daisy 22
And going back to my old school made my life a little lugubrious.
Everything looked so same, yet something I felt so sluggish and so different.
The floral bed is no more rich, no more tranquil,
The park where we played was empty,
empty with joy and laughter.
Kid were not swinging on the swings,
Not sliding on slides,
Not playing on the See-Saws,
Not even on the Marry-Go-Round.
......
