Early in the morning we rose from our beds,
All at home always running behind time,
Till we were ready to step out of house,
Tiffin boxes were ready to be held by us.
We walked our way to the heaven in day
All the way dancing in gay
Cherish those days of mine in my dreams
As drops that melt from an ice cream.
Vaish, one complaint...u did not write anything about college days...very bad!
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