whenever the national anthem was chant at dawn.
Never steady was I before,
in fear lest I fall
and the response gathered
that would not be good,
especially the glitter
of attention in their eyes
that would make me feel bitter
Guffaw I would
because well did they suit
the funny actions
that my peers would do.
Scrumptious always that they tasted,
Quenching always their neighbours were in any case.
Cheap most of them were
Occasional offerings of lower prices could save me jewels
And make hawkers in the vicinity jealous than ever
Eyeing the seemingly borderless end of the stream of customers.
Uniforms bellowed
as the ground was ploughed
Though towards the West the sun was gliding
we were still playing
fun our hearts felt undeniably
till one day we fell and hurt ourselves accidentally.
Brimming stories that filled the jar of my Primary School memories,
Time is so hurry
faster than the spreading speed of the spiciness of the spiciest curry
but however hard we try,
even till we die,
we are never closer in beating you.
Even though everything are manipulated by you, even the rules,
and even if you might sometimes be cruel,
you gave me a wonderful gift,
that is,
memory,
and I can never use it
neither do I have the power to destroy it,
it simply functions automatically.
While writing this poem, sullen the dark was getting because of the dimming of the sun ray
but it will never let go of the memories of my primary school days.
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