A sip of black Brazilian delight goes straight to my brain

As I dragged my pen towards the paper with such pain,

It’s been some time since I chose ink instead of screen

It reminds me of those days and struggles to go green.

All efforts to aim to move to another grade or skip two

A mad house it was, sometimes looked like a wild zoo

Now I wonder whether my old school was old school!

I find myself questioning, was it real, or was I a fool?

 

Every few months, they tested us hard to decipher

Whether we have learned enough to crack a cypher

A constant struggle to top the top was hard enough

Believe me! That path shown by elders was so tough

Fight to stay afloat and compete with rest – no rest!

My young shoulders like others were left with no zest.

Now I wonder whether my old school was old school!

Today, I wonder if it was real or if I was made a big fool.

 

Those days of discipline and that chip on our shoulders

Marked the era that sometimes tortures like boulders

The pressure was hard; so were the childhood dreams

To please others more made our heart and soul scream

The focus was more on a life that is practical and good

Made our wishes flying horses; that thought so lame!

Now I wonder whether my old school was old school!

Today, I wonder if it was real or if I was made a big fool.

 

As I pen down my thoughts on a wooden barn table

In my life, I call myself financially sound and stable

The café that I sit in and enjoy the dose of caffeine,

Able to pay my bills and enjoy my frequent dine-ins

Maybe the luxuries are the result of the struggle I did,

But the pressure takes its toll on us; that’s so well-hid

It makes me wonder if my old school was old school!

And I wonder if it was real or if I was made a big fool.

 

Today I get scared, whether I am passing the same baton

Trying to deconstruct and reconstruct my very own prodigy

What if the little me ends up following me doing just the same

Ending up in future, regretting the school of thought as lame,

Drinking this same black dose of energy to thrive and survive

Find no way out of this vicious circle of building that self-drive

Oh! How it scares me if his old school will be my old school!

As I do not want to wonder if its real or if we are still a big fool.