The vehicle I traveled,
Driving past a museum,
Made me to make a pause,
Evoking my past memoirs.
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The same gateway,
Entry to our paradise;
Open for us then;
Seems closed now;
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The same packed rooms,
Where lessons learnt.
Full of mirth! Then;
Full of memories now;
*
The same walls,
That heard our chats.
Yellow then;
Pink now;
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The same playground,
Where we assembled.
Tiny plants then;
Big Trees now;
*
New cheerful faces;
New modern attire;
My home then;
Museum now;
*
I can watch it,
I can admire it,
Rich history revisited.
Memories remembered.
*
It keeps on its routine schedule
Untiringly sculpting Indian pillars.
Everlasting moments then,
Still pictures now;
*
Ever youth museum forgot us,
Housing younger shoots now,
Remains new for little birds;
Turns old as they learn to fly;
*
We flew away, in diverse routes
From our lovely SCHOOL
Our footprints laid then;
Preserved evergreen till now;
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