It was my second grade at school in summer
I was gobbling up my salad
When I saw the smoke on top of the thatched roof
I sensed that something had gone bad.

A friend and I shouted at the top of our voices
But none paid heed to our call
They thought we were up to our pranks and gimmicks
But soon they were to realize the truth, after all

In a few minutes of the time that was left
The school was lit ablaze
The flames had engulfed our classes in minutes
We ran for our lives, but were amazed

Amazed as we were to see the spectacle
To see the school that once stood tall
The merciless ball of fire had devoured the school completely
Leading to its great fall

I ran back to take my school bag
It was my teacher who saved my life
To me, my belongings really mattered
They were so dear, amidst the strife

As I was tossed along the staircase
I fell down on the cement floor
I badly bruised my right leg
There was no one to wipe my gore

The brave firefighters fought the inferno
And silenced the flames with their pipes
I heard from friends that no one had died
And that gave me some respite

The teachers were our saviors
The teachers were the heroes of the day
Joyous tears fell on the ground
Staining the earth on a Saturday

------- Author's Notes -------

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