How can I forget those days in your
bosom,
The vivid memories still blossom.
P.T sir stood with a gun,
To tell us importance of morning run;
Behind every effort shun
that, we had greate fun.
Even after our every grudge,
House Masters used to urge;
We thought they were greatest pest,
But now I realise, they were the best.
One day,
I was late to class, after a noon nap,
which I took at short gap;
I remember that Principal's slap;
which had sounded like clap.
There is no substitute for Navodaya's
Bisi Bele Baat taste,
and surely everyone is missing the
tradition of sharing paste.
Those memories can never perish,
Recalling those I still relish;
Those who have forgotten are foolish,
And those who remember will cherish
.
So beautiful were those days,
to embrace them again, I pray;
Why those seven years didn't
remained as such,
The memories haunt me so much.
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