Back is the green, Back is the white, Back is the happiness, Back is the delight Fasten your seatbelts, we are going downtown , Down the memory lane, I remember those days.
Eating my breakfast, Curiously waiting to meet my friends, A heavy bag, unkind burden of books, But still cherished by friendship's loop, Sitting on the back seats, Giggling on our mischief, Singing and laughing, Snatching money, we started running, Roars of laughter on a lame joke, Stunned, quite, still we stood, Entering the ground silence broke, Ready for punishment, But that was good, Lots of sorry, But the teacher was right.
Now gone are those times, But I remember those days, Gone are those friends, With whom I used to play, Gone are those teachers Who taught me with love, But still I remember those days.
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