First Of July

Ringing brass bell,
And drizzling in the sky.
Vacations were over,
Oh! Yes, it was first of July*.

In the class of forty-three,
She was the one sitting beside me,
Though I wasn't ready for this,
My eyes were blinking in a bliss.

Obscured of getting the start,
I was jittered and thinking fast,
As the attendance got over,
I unheard, my name gone past.

She was glittering in new white shirt,
Tucked with the collar button,
Finely pleated navy blue skirt,
And two ponies knit with ribbon,


So was I,
Uniformed in joy,
Over oiled parted hair,
A fat and shy boy.

All the etiquette I display,
Like a potter do with the clay,
She was so beautiful, as if, it was in her gene,
And boys have had no hesitation putting their legs in between.

Bell rang again in a ruckus of cheers,
My eyes followed her till she disappears,
At last, that day, I took a sigh,
Oh! Yes.. It was first of July*.


*First Of July = First day of school after summer vacations.


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