The stranger
I know I am too young to say this, because the best days may be yet to come but i can confidently say that till this moment my school days were the best days of my life.Recently my mother wanted me to clean up my cupboards where I have saved all my little treasures since my school days.Then i stumbled upon this set of clippings some of them are the poems which i wrote when i was in school.Well i was not ardent poet who wrote out of instinct..as we say necessity is the mother of invention most of the poems i wrote in my school days were outcome of inter-house versification competitions :).Rest I owe to my English teacher who was very keen on developing our intellectual skills.I am just publishing here one of such poems which I wrote in my school days,to be precise in my 9 th std.It may be a bit crude to be published here since it has the technical follies of a 13 year old poet :). The Stranger She took her notepad and tried to draw, But