Standing at the gate , lost in thoughts of something lost,
I gaze dreamily…
Steps falter as I walk ahead and my eyes are clouded
by some memories of the first days of youth spent gladly…
Inside these tall walls, in a world without barriers
where spirited minds and bubbling hearts relished in freedom…
The creaking sound of the opening door invites me back
and who was waiting there for me to come…

Nothing has changed, the fragrance in the air, the sunlight,
the silence echoing in the long corridors and the green…
The inscriptions over the walls, the large windows
and some pieces of broken chalk, everything same as it had always been…
the soil bearing the footmarks of a thousand youngsters
whose dreams soared high in the shade of this big tree…
the effervescence of youth, the spirit of friendship, the joy of love
and the life they shared, like a flock of birds…happy and free…

Alone being seated again on those benches of wood,
a feeling of warmth and a sense of belonging…
The stillness of time inside the big classrooms…
do I hear some long lost voices and laughter ringing
All things are still the same…they chat for long hours
under the shade of trees, and the footsteps echo in the corridor…
Smile of unknown faces light up the dark corners
and life in black and white occasionally takes shades of color…

Why do I turn back as I leave all that behind
what did I forget to take with me from here…
Some dreams, some hopes, some moments of love
and I leave here two drops of tear…
No one to wave the hand as I walk away
but isn’t the air telling something in pain…
That I ‘ld be waited for by these tall walls, big classrooms, long corridors
and I am to come again…