The Renunion of the Ramaswamiyans

The only time the sight of the school sang the lore of the yore ,
The only time the teachers do not punish you for the colours you are clad not so uniform,
The only time you enter your class room without a ‘May I come in”.and books a load,
The only time you roam in the campus giggling in cacophony and not reprimanded,
The only time you stand proud in front of your teachers
And shake hands just as equals do.
The only time the school bells don’t send ‘hurry up’ signals,
The only time classrooms and corridors smells of times age old
The only time the shady trees,benches and walls whisper
stories buried deep in your heart.
The only time you proudly share your shame smilingly,
The only time the sight of teachers once the beauty queens,
with heads held high and steps firm and strict ,
bent and feeble,old and diseased hold your hands to stride the stairs.
The only time you speak and they listen .
The only time you give and they receive with tears of gratitude,
Was the Alumni Meet of the XI”D” 1977 boys and girls.Held after half a century near (.of course minus eight of the years)😜😜😜