One day I had some thinking of school,
In my plot beside my pool.
Even there was not pool in school,
But what the fun of making April fool.
Days when we don't have any tension,
Neither the tension of fame nor of pension.
When we push our friends and laugh at them,
We don't say sorry and they go to ma'am.
After matriculation we all have scattered,
And their was not any chance to be gathered.
My friends I miss them a lot,
When I see children playing outside my plot.