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School – Poem

Meenu Arora 02/14/2018

A school bell rings loudly somewhere,
the sound reaches my ears.
I look up with a smile and seem to
fly back many years.
Those days of fun and laughter,
of some sorrow and tears;
The remembrances of those
who were once my near and dears.

But everything now is hazy and blurred,
yes, even everyone’s name;
Except that photograph on the wall,
hanging in it`s frame.
I stare at it hard, yes I’m among friends
and everything is just the same!!
The bell stops ringing …..I give a sigh
and then look down again.

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