School is a Garden
Children are flowers in it,
They can be blossomed
Or can be withered;

The Nightingale who mingled melody
With her C.D.E.F.G.A.B,
He who sat up at her piano

Rhythmically lurching
Cluster of flower buds,

Yesterday,
Sweetness came calling,
At your doorstep;
In the morning,
Love hugged you smiling,