Ah! Six o’ clock, alarm rang sonorously,
Reluctantly, woke and peeped out,
The blue firmament decked with clouds
And, the calendar marked 20th June,2003.
Peer….eeer! there goes the whistle.
Hastily, with little splash, readied for the morn study,
After, which, comes the ever-flaming desire, slurring,
Walked with juggling plate to swallow a mounted fried rice.
My gho, albeit in ruff and tuff, damned less,
Fall in line to let heartiest hymnal song
To Him “ the God of Wisdom”
And, full-throatedly, a wishful hymn to “ our beloved crown”.
After a short but heart- rending prayer,
Who should be waiting there at the corridor?
A well-built man. Sir Lhundrup, vigilant on dress
Hanged on three parted whip in his hand.
Lash! Printed a pale green mark,
Walked towards class in lamed manner,
Teasing fans voices gushed in, “ any happening, Jim?”
With, semi- crashed face , retort I, “ a piece of Driglam Namzha”.
After all, the painful day ran swiftly
Till the last yellowish rounded metal gong,
But the pale green mark still keeps me reminding
The unforgettable days in Jigsher, mixed joys of yesteryears, hard to forget.
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