Encaged in classroom of learning, Books put into playful minds, Freedom of mind is yearning, To be free of all binds, A spasm of silence, A spell of turbulence, The day has been beaten, Anxious faces brazened, A shooing voice follows, Students are silent fellows, Bell sounds the end of school, Restive minds go cool, Eyes gleam with happiness, Bell clangs, boots bang, Out from classes students run Home to meet their sonorous fun.
A poem from ‘Serenading Poems Part One’
