Walking back..

Walking,
Down the old road;
Walking
Under the same trees.

A strange feeling,
Ebulliating my soul..
A strange quiver,
Running through my nerves.

Ten years hence,
I am back in my school,
Taking the stroll,
To a class that was mine.

Saw the bench,
That was mine,
Saw the marks,
That still remains.

The brief visit,
It ends so soon.
Like my school days,
Sweet and short.

Take the way out, I,
Thinking,
How many more years,
Before, I take this road again;
How many lives,
Before I am born a kid again!!

--
Jagadeesh
26/12/2oo7