Once, not twice, not thrice,
Who from you will miss this?
Opportunity discussed by mine?
Once again…
I want to live in kindergarten times,
In the very golden era of my life;
In those small uniforms cute frock and little ties,
In hairdos’ two ponies and cool baby spikes;
What to say about…
That milk in breakfast with candies as bribes,
Those plans to get rid of silly lunchtime bites;
Those TREATLICIOUS moments of birthday times,
Those evening snacks like donuts and pies;
I want to laugh at…
Those moments when I used to cry,
Even for a minute I didn’t leave my teacher’s eye;
Those moments as beaker made cookies in class,
When our faces full of flour made teachers laugh;
I feel blessed for…
Those mock rains under sunlight,
We, hoping under the umbrellas having muddy fights;
Those dances on stage with our teachers besides,
As a result, those tokens of love from teachers all the time;
I am missing that kindergarten time…
