Good old school days,
the age when the teachers seems so mean
the teenage years which never stays
I had my first crush when i was fifteen.
She was in my class,
I was a new admit in the school,
The joy of being in a new school did not long last,
I was ragged on the first day by Rahul.
Seeing my plight she clapped in joy
Why she wouldnt afterall the dude(rahul) was her lover boy
All the ragging made me cry
Ragging was the tradition of the school so i had to comply.
That night i couldnt sleep,
All i could remember was her smile,
thought of facing rahul again made me weep,
just to see her smile the risk of going to school seemed worth while.
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