A candid  recollection

Those    early schooldays   are

Like  a  free  kite for   most of  us .

For  the inimitable tag “children”

 Encompasses  childhood  days.

School days are either a   heavenly

Bliss for the innocence and   freedom

They don   and a    simultaneous torture

They  undergo  for  the home work

and    arduous class work

they are   compelled  to do.

To  have  a  diversion,

We  went  for  a  local Fair,

 Colorful shops and  congregations

and  candelabra  the centre of  the

Mall  illumining  the parts

around us.  Groundnut cakes

and  mango  jams  my favorite

 my favorite  and taste in the

Fair. Loud acoustics   and music,

Announcements  intermittent ,

Enliven  the show. Jasmine

and  Rose  garlands  permeate

with  the fragrance   give  a

Divine touch for  our eyes

Are accustomed to these in the

Local temples.  Now, oh! My God

things   are   totally changed and

as we grow we are also changed.

Thank God! For  a while, slate pencils

And  rubber   don’t  haunt  us.

Fair  still  lingers me.