The school gate rusted, it's memories too.
It forgot the music of children's tinkling laughter when their day came to an end.
The desk and chairs starting caressing the dust as it couldn't caress the belongings of the young ones.
The black board grew blacker each passing day, it had stopped gaining attention. And the bell forgot it's own happy ringing.
The swings couldn't sway anymore for it had glued to its forgotten, broken memories.
The gulmohar tree loved seeing the children smile , when it's bright red petals tickled their eyelashes, laden with joy.
But it was now a sunken root-less memory that remained in its roots.
And this was all a nostalgic memory that knitted a bright faded rainbow in their hearts.