It has been thirteen years for most, for some just a few
But the same sadness fills our hearts, it's kind of new
New because all these years this school never let us stay sad
Friend always cheered us up, acting crazy and mad
The fights and the 'groups' are forgotten, as the news sinks in
It's our last year in school, so let the best one begin
Demanding treats for every little thing whether bad or good,
Teachers trying to get us to behave how the civilized should
Marching and screaming our lungs out, yelling the beat
Sweating in the blazing sun and oh! Our aching feet!
Scolding the juniors, "walk to your left, in a straight line!"
How we hated cos, cosec and sine!
The perfect hideout for crying was the loo
Friends came running on hearing the very first boo-hoo
Somehow in the break, we never ate our own food
Dumping our tiffins in someone's lap and going, "what have you got, dude?"
The plays and PPTs in the awesome English batch
Learning As You Like It and them evil plans Oliver used to hatch
The most fascinating thing in math? Not matrices, trigo-they were all lame
The most fascinating thing was how the teacher knew a person's roll number and not their name!
Chem's nitric, hydrochloric, sulphuric acids and salts
The brainies explaining the various properties to the dolts
Bio-gosh! The names and multiple terms to remember!
With stuff like this it was easy to make a blunder!
And seriously, not to forget geography!
Aargh the transport, minerals and topography!
In history and civics, though everything was crystal clear,
Forgetting names was a constant fear!
Physics clear concepts, but we felt the pressure and the squeeze
Especially since we thought gravity only applies to apple trees
The 6th subjects-computers, home science, PE and TD
Programming, table dressing, handball and isometry
The interschool competitions we went to
Had after effects-sore throats and red eyes too!
The constant battle between Twilight and Harry Potter
HP always won, 'cause OMG its so much better!
The nicknames and petnames we gave each other
The weirdness of some of them still makes me shudder!
Some 'grannies' discussed lovey-dovey hindi shows
This daily discussion kept even foes real close!
Singing in the choir, admitting to the house we sounded real bad
When someone from another house said this, we were raving mad!
Preparing for the debate, we'd drift away from the topic alloted
And debate on what ribbons looked better-bowtied or knotted
Half sleepy with dark circles around our eyes
We turned up for all extra classes, but not without lots of protesting cries!
Celebrating days like 'dhokla' day without any occasion
Counting the number of times a teacher said 'ok' was a few girls' passion
The canteen and its vada pav, samosas, ice cream and coke
Begging others for money, 'cause we were always broke
Climbing the stairs with heavy bags and TD kits,
Polishing canvas shoes with white chalk bits
Planning the farewell, bickering over the theme
Fighting over whether to have chocolate or strawberry ice cream
Before the elections, we were terribly nervous wrecks
As if someone had put on us a 'butterflies-in-stomach' hex
Crying in the music period after listening to 'Count On Me'
Jumping with joy when a period was free!
Changing places the moment the teacher was out of class
Copying in tests, crossing our fingers and hoping to pass
Our silly, stupid doubts the teachers struggled to clear
The exams came with the unbearable terror and fear!
We were typical girls when it came to celebrity crushes
Also when it came to clothes, make up and brushes
The way we shrieked at the mention of Josh Duhamel and Logan Lerman's names
On them each and every one of us laid their claims
Hugs and kisses,smiles and giggles, chuckles and grins,
And oh yes! Plenty of kicking in the shins!
As we go our separate ways-Japan, USA ,UK, Africa, maybe Spain
The memories linger in our heart, just hoping we meet again.