Ode to my school

A pillared grandiose, you seemed then
A new spell in life you invoked,
To savour is what we can
To learn is what we should.
The pitch-black roads, fields and trees that stood,
All in hues of happiness
Painted vividly in the altar of Childhood,
Whilst we evanesce.
The periods that we traversed,
The games of an innocent,
Adventures interspersed,
With memoirs that withstand.
The classrooms, labs and gardens
Manning golden seats in Memory,
Nothing lackadaisical, no burdens,
Not a moment lachrymose, of a worry.
School- you are not
Institution- a wrong term
You're a rostrum we got
Ever, accommodating and firm.
A coruscating hibiscus
Where petals have each a station,
All supporting thus
The golden stalk of cognition.
Stentorian in your promulgation,
You have instilled an ideal-
Notwithstanding a procrastination
You would ring the bell,
Alma mater- they would say
Alumnus- I would be,
But can there be a day
When I won't see-
Your  nonpareil pulchritude;
In Time's fluvial test,
Among the multitude,
You would remain the best.