I am in the class,gazing at the green,

Blessed by the sun,the landscape is glossy with sparkle and sheen.

The eerie silence is broken with the sudden gush of air,

providing cooling enough to escape sun's glare.

The teacher is busy scribbling those little somethings,

while I am flying high with my wings.

There I go,on the limitless sky of my thoughts,

painting beautiful daydreams with colourful dots.

With those colourful moments I won't be able to forget,

and some pale colours of past actions I still regret.

The palette of my life has a random mix,

with some broken promises and things to fix.

As I try to unjumble remnants of the past,

escaping regret and pain, I wanna fly fast.

A loud shriek, and i guess its the time for roll call,

Folding my wings for the next class, I, somehow,manage a safe fall.