Under the desk, a hidden paper plane,
As the teacher looks this way, innocence is feigned,
And as she walks out, the plane takes flight,
Then ensues again, the great paper fight!
Those hours in class spent seeking her gaze out,
Disappointed at those days that went by without,
A smile on the lips everytime she'd look my way,
Was for the teach in school and that cute gal in college days!
Flowers from pencil sharpenings held up proudly in craft,
Those red roses on valentines, hidden away cause it felt daft,
From riding bicycles real fast to race with friends,
To cruising real slow, cause the pillions a girlfriend!
Last pages of books filled with chats and games,
School or college, this always remained the same,
Written by us, on those last pages,
Tales of friendship and love, forged for the ages!
Lunches n tiffins, books and pens,
That the boys always borrowed and the girls always lent,
And somehow, none of them were ever returned,
And just like them, those days, now to the pages of memories have turned...