I walk through the same corridors again
hearing sounds of cackling, raucous laughter
in pure defiance – who cares what they say?
labels are giddy-headed, immature
an exciting life ahead to be lived
dreams are a birthright, whatever you say
I walk through the same corridors again
recalling encouragement, ridicule
dreams embalmed in concrete – to live again
I think of how our teachers saw us then
Today, I struggle to find a reason
to indulge in cackling, raucous laughter
I walk through the same corridors again
count each step, re-examine the mindset
It tells me what life is all about – Dreams
That picture evokes cold memories of my convent education!
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