Sometimes I feel I am back there.. !!

I just stumbled upon a picturesque
dusty earth i see, and kids in queue
took me to my school i so well knew
memories infinite, recalling a few

Those narrow goat walked paths we followed
with times, paddling on cycles we mellowed
racing the roads with friends love bestowed
ah bright were those days nothing shadowed

The Big bags on our small little shoulders
like an act of refugee carrying boulders
for the bags had all of India to amperes
not to forget the tiffin full of crumbles

The blue trousers and white shinning shirt
glowing socks and polished shoes less dirt
the girls wore red ribbons and blue skirt
our oiled hairy heads had emotions so inert

Through these days we journeyed our adolescence
the sadness, despair, dismay all gave an absence
we all turned into humans of divine substance
but good things always come back for vengeance

In school, Our lives were not ours it was OURS
our love was indeed the true face of our spars
remembering the days and friends i look to stars
you gave us sitars, guitars and lovely big cars

WHY NOT SOMETIMES THROW US BACK INTO THAT SAME JAR?