Truthfully, I never thought to write you a letter, but circumstances and situations are a big deal to cope up with. Those barred gates, those wrinkled bushes now, used to be shivering and shuddering with the weight of fresh, green leaves and the occasional drizzling on those window panes now is left just for a name. The dust of the chairs now is foot printed with the past's feet. For, now no laughter and cheers, no kidding and poking, no cheating and taunting is left there. Tormenting with anger, those eyes of the teacher now are remembered only as a distant sound of rustling leaves. Those foamy clouds overhead and that relief on going home with friends now has faded in my memory. (caption) July 10, 2020 Dear Schools that are shut, Truthfully , I never thought to write you a letter, but circumstances and situations are a big deal to cope up with. Those barred gates, those wrinkled bushes now, used to be shivering and shuddering with the weight of fresh, green leaves and the occasional drizzling on those window panes now is left just for a name. The dust of the chairs now is foot printed with the past's feet. For, now no laughter and cheers, no kidding and poking, no cheating and
