The red bricks, the wooden decor
The challenge CPs or the classes that were bore
The auto rides, the broken legs
The D formation, the pics that we snapped
Hitting the clock with colourful chalks,
The senti speeches by we all folks
The ID lectures and the monkey’s paw
The T-nite debacle that’s best lost in awe
The accents around, with emphasis on “RIGHT”
The sleeping beauties and the dreams that took flight
The running from mess, the closing of doors
The occasional classes where even our spirits sore
The fight for back seat or for Thita’s side
Mamu’s verdict on those we actually did bide
The toy problem, the flapping wings
There were some teachers we shall always miss ;)
The several stories that saw the day....
Although many heartbreaks which also came by
But what would remain with us, are these inseparable bonds
The friends, the songs, the sentiments abound...
For one last time, I walk through this class
For one last time, I try to encompass....
The feelings of something amiss, that will linger around
Haunting for days that have no count....
For one last time, let me embrace..
For one last time, let me accept
For one last time, I do confess..
The love for WIMWI I do profess
