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       The Right Leg First

Right leg first on the day last,

Was about to cross the visionary missionary gates.

To embrace forever the world ahead.

     End of Term spelled joy

  And excitement in thoughts

     And dreams of a new School, new place

 New friends, new groups, new everything!

My dreams were realized

And everything, was bestowed.

My gallant entry into new world,

Made me realize incompleteness

                                               

                                                                                              And I did indeed.

Fleeting time taught me,

Where really glorious life was.

Yes, the days! The Middle School Days,

Was what I missed.

        Memories ignited nostalgia

     That latched to my brain.

Principal’s speech to the graduating batch,

And even her beyond memorable regular ones .

Mentors’ benevolently strict guide,

Allowing the buds of friendship and knowledge

Grow into trees that bore the sweetest fruits.

Each moment, each experience was special.

  

  Now I Understand,

           

 It was my second home  

 I entered twelve years back

 With my right leg first on day first.

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                                                                                                                           PRANAV KUMAR