Memories – Sweet and Strong
of better days
waft in by the dozen
as I look once more
at my old school;
The places where I cried
The places where I laughed
And the places where I hid
when I was a kid…..
Silent witnesses of
a complete generation,
the trees, the sand,
and the volleyball court
talk to me in a language
I do not understand –
Perhaps they tell me
of a secret truth,
hidden amidst the chaos
of a city life,
waiting to be discovered,
when I am alone –
in a village plain….
( Dedicated to all my school friends – esp late Shri Jesudasan whose six foot frame could send a service ball 30 feet up in the air……. and remembering Shri Loganathan of Lateri who taught me Volleyball)
Om's Musings 
Jun 17, 2014 @ 07:59:47
Nice to see you remember the sweet school days and your teachers. That can never be forgotten. Its ever green the memory.
Jun 18, 2014 @ 06:43:15
Thank you Ravi. School days are school days. Ever green in memory.
Jun 19, 2014 @ 04:33:28
Nostalgic
Jun 23, 2014 @ 05:51:39
Thank you, Geetaji.
Jun 21, 2014 @ 05:30:51
good to remember sweet days.
Jun 23, 2014 @ 05:49:50
Thank you, sir, for the visit and the comment. Yes, it is always nice to remember the good old days, when we were young, with no worries!