When the walls met us, we were too young to notice that they have ears.
They were too plain to be known, too empty that we decorate them with our shoe soles.
But it was 2013 as we watch our friends leave, some come back and others found chances to try something new.
The classroom began to empty and so we painted stripes, each represented a bond that was get to strengthen.
I bet even the galaxy has an end to it.
When the walls realised, the holidays had arrived.
The children waved their goodbyes and silence come to greet.
And it was then that the noise turned to memories, noise turned to melodious composition singing in a flashback.
When they returned, so was the noise. And noise refused to leave, even when the bell rang.
The walls were striped, making the classroom a jail of laughter, a lock-up for smiles.
The teacher dragged them out for fresh air, and they would reunite in between the walls.
The walls felt guilty to break the rules, but content not to let them break this bond.
And they were days when the walls witnessed argumenty.
Shine colour started to cover the pink stripes the way ego covered the giggles.
The cement floor tasted saltytearsand echoes of anger.
When the walls were striped with pink and grey,
they were striped with shader of joy and disappoinmet.
November 2014 marks the day when colours fade and bond perhaps would do the same or so has been said.
