The present to the past
By the winged wings
Tick tok tick tok the clock strikes 4 and all the children rush towards the school bus to go home as one more day at school has just been over .with time the color of the building changes the infra and the surrounding changes memories are sweet even though it may contain a mixture of pain and happiness .and its here where the future of the child shapes up .memories rewinds as you enter the main gate reminds of the rush as one tries to reach the classrooms as fast as one can to run away back into the playground as you touch the corrider pillars a fonder memory of the non ending march past practice preparation for the republic and independance day and as you walk past the big playground surrounded by trees and sit on the bench memories takes back to the never ending games and matches and as usual the lunch hours the shankras singada and guguni and the canteens smell of singadas and alu chops tends to fill the mind and english chemistry and maths all gets eroded from the mind and they always reflected in the report cards .memories are sweet but with the persistance guidance and support today winged winds grasp on poetry and short stories have inproved a lot and has found its poetries in many anthologies