(kab milnge naa jane hum
yaaron fir se sabhi
laut kar ab naa aayege woh masti bhare din kabhi
ho dil ye apna kahe ki ae doston )-2


(i am really gonna miss this place
i am gonna miss my college days)-2

yaad hai woh saare lactures
humne jo bunk kiye the
proxy kaa pakda jaana
ho lafde kya kam kiye the

milke likhna woh journal
or submission last minut par
exams ki woh taiyaari
ho likna woh 3 ghante
or bahar aake woh kehna
saala kya bekar paper set kiya tha yaar

milta 1st class kabhi yahan
to lagti thi KT kabhi
laut kar ab naa aayege woh masti bhare din kabhi
ho dil ye apna kahe ki ae doston
(i am really gonna miss this place
i am gonna miss my college days)-2

yaad aayege tachers humko dil se humesha
yaad aayega ye campus or iski apni duniya
ho yaad aayega humesha ye aashiyaan
(i am really gonna miss this place
i am gonna miss my college days)-4 

School Ka Wo Pahla Din( by hemant )

school ka woh pehla din

SWEET SCHOOL MEMORIES SlHOOL ka who pehla din,  Aur rote-rote class maine entry. Woh teacher ka kehna “G.U.D M.O.R.N.I.N.G C.L.A.S.S” Woh gate huye kehna “G..U..D M..O..R..N..I..N..G T..E..A..C..H..E..R” SAB BAHUT SPECIAL LAGTA HAI Woh primary classes maine teacher ka terror,  Woh class ke bahar baith ke karma adhura sa home-work. Woh class ke saath monotonous tone maine “POEM” gana,  Woh recitation ke time ek line yaad na aana. Woh monitor ko apni best friend banana,  Woh khud monitor ban ke teacher ki nakal utarna. Woh copy maine hamesha good milna,  Woh excellent milne par sab ke samne itrana. SAB BAHUT SPECIAL LAGTA HAI. Woh secondary class maine aa kar friendship ka actual meaning samjhna. Woh seniors ke saath har baat par ladna. Woh physics ko boring aur chemistry ko pakao samjhna,  Woh har class maine sote huye pakde jana. Woh kisi bhi cultural programme ki practice ka bahana kar ke class se bunk marna, Woh ek din pehle tak dance ki stepps prepare karma. SAB BAHUT SPECIAL LAGTA HAI. Woh atlast senior hone ka guroor hona,  Woh har baat par seniorgirir jhadna. Woh test ka kabhie padh kar nahin aana,  Woh peeche baith kar copy se teepna. Woh har baat par hero banana,  Woh mam ke aate hi sabke bolte band ho jana. Woh chotti se baat par doston se ladna,  Woh har badi problems maine unka saath dena. Woh exam maine kabhie padh ken a jana,  Woh hall se bahar aa kar kehna – “BAS YARR 40 AA JAYENGE” WOh kabhie apne paper par highest marks dekh kar, dosto ke taane sunana,  Woh paper par fail likhe hone par sabka saath maine rona. Woh canteen ko apna adaa samjhna,  Woh principal ke office ke samne punishment maine khade hona. Woh debate maine phodo – fado speech dena,  Woh na jeetne par kehna – “KYA GAWAR JUDGE THA” Woh teacher se har possible gossip karma,  Woh class ke beech lunch khate huye pakde jana. Woh kabhie PJ’’s ki katar laga ke pagalon ki tarah hasna,  Woh kabhie senti ho kar sabko group hug dena. SAB BAHUT SPECIAL LAGTA HAI PHIE SE WOH DIN AAYEGA JAB SAB ROYENGE, BAS DIFFERENCE ITNA HOGA KI,  WOH CLASSROOMS NAHIN HONGE,  WOH TEACHERS KE ENDLESS LECTURE,  WOH CANTEEN KE SAMOSE NAHIN HONGE,  WOH FRIENDS KE SAATH MASS BUNKING,  WOH EXAMS MAINE CHEATING NAHN HONGI,  WOH LUNCH KI ZABARDAST MASTI,  WOH DOSTO SE KATTI-PUCHHI NAHI HOGI. . . . . BAS HOGA TOH SCHOOL KA GATE AUR USKE PEECHE 15 SAAL KI YAADEIN. I’M GONNA MISS MAH SCHOOL, TEACHERS, FRIENDS, MASTI. OVERALL I’M GONNA MISS ME……….

my kul daz ( by hemant )

It's Monday morning at 7:01.
You’re still half asleep; 
your homework’s half done.  
Your shower is cold; your oatmeal’s dry.  
Your mother forgets to kiss you good-bye.  
You’re walking to school; it’s thirty degrees.  
Your fingers won’t work; 
your toes and ears freeze.  
Your zipper is stuck; your left sneaker squeaks.  
Your backpack strap snaps; your soup thermos leaks.  
You slip on school steps; you trip in the hall.  
The toilet floods in the bathroom stall.  
The gym door is locked; library’s the same.  
The principal greets you by the wrong name.  
Your classroom is hot; the coat rack is packed.  
Your bean sprout is dead; your clay pot is cracked.  
Your pencils are dull; the sharpener jams.  
Your fingers get crunched when your desktop slams.  
Your math partner’s gone; your neighbor is rude.  
Your teacher’s again in a crabby mood.  
The morning bell rings; it is 8:01.  
Come cozy up to the whiteboard,  
Another school day’s begun.