Fading Vivid Days
In school
During elocution and recitation
I always made it through
The first rounds
But somehow ran to the grounds
To run
Alone
Be it in sun
Or in the cold
On the grounds
During presentations and facilitations
I always bumped
At first, lost in claps
And cheers
Sounds
Of glory
Tearing like a newbie
Hugging like a freebie
I remember
Those frosty foggy mornings
Where we stood in queues
So many different kinds
Where I, always first or second
In order
Could not even see, till half way back
We jumped and clapped
Felt like being in all kinds of traps
Huffing and puffing
Panting and coughing
And blowing our leaky noses
We would depart
In prim and proper ways
Which I would break
To go back and meet
My taller, dearer compadres
Nice 🙂 brought back memories!