You dreamt of being a class ten student,
When you were in eight or may be less,
You reached ten,
Again you wished,
to be in 11 And 12 grade....
All those teen fantasies,
Long hairs- tight pants,
Coloured life and of course hot chicks on side.....
Who knew , it would turn this yell?
, Who knew the days would be as boring,?
As its meaning doom and dark workless as hell.
Now, I utter- Damn! those school days,
were so fun and our craz for holidays.
Damn! this 12grade boring and fear,
all around with exams to fail.
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