Unforgettable March

Unforgettable March

Polished shoes, stunning coat, creased pant with shinning face.

First March and the shining sun.

I was going to school after a long break not for studies but for my friends.

“Teacher gossiping all around”

Smiling faces of the day never came back.

Unforgettable March never came back

It ran away day after day.

On the next day it was all over again.

The bus on stop and the police was my dad.

He used to stop.

Lacing the shoe and horn of bus makes me to forget all the stuff.

My nose used to be on my forelock.

The tie without knot used to fly.

Alas! My winter notebook was having only name of mine, that too many and with little art of mine.

Alas! Unforgettable March never came back.

Incomplete work was making my fingers bad.

I was trying to make stunning records.

Oh my life! Writing of months let you feel the deeds you make.

Somehow I used to win in some terrains.

While in others I ran away.

As I know I may live to fight another day.

I used to make myself strong.

I was standing all alone.

Teacher was starring with temper of sea and shouting like wolves in night.

 Alas! Tears on sun don’t look nice.

Alas! Unforgettable March never came back.

Oh! those friends

Shining faces make clouds to change their way.

                                                Shoaib Bakshi