gurukul-my school

I do not like college

MY SCHOOL

Yellow flowers attract me
But still my -
Heart lingers in the memories of Gurukul
Sweet memories like chocolate in lunch box

Where loafing is forbidden
But when I pass through Gurukul
My anxious sight looking for YOU
And every little thing that –
YOU used to do

Every new day
Each breath
Every sun rise
Each class
Was as interesting as
My beloved’s eye

Still lunatic like YOU and me
Are making their memories
Still enjoying and making
Hoping such memories will-
Make a little space in their hearse
But I have surrendered my heart, body and my soul to
MY FIRST LOVE
MY SCHOOL
MY GURUKUL
-Gaurav from INDIA
(here Yellow flowers means college)