My School was Running .
Easy come easy go,
No more master’s voices heard,
No more white and green attire,
No more advise ringing in my ear,
These all memories,
Now memories are my master,
Master that teaches me,
How to do that,
Do this,
To choose my path of life,
Sometimes, my ear needs a voice,
That can wipe out my fault,
Hope that voice come,
Please, come back TEACHER
Life always walking,
Sometimes it’s running,
No more U-turn,
For my lovely SCHOOLHOOD.
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