The Boy, the Schoolboy!

Holding  a big bag  hanging on shoulders

Walks he rather runs to the stop for bus.

The bus is about to ply, when  throws he

His physique violently into the mobile.

Well he manages and occupies the seat

That has only a vacancy, its quarter.

Thoughts spurt from brain like jets in sky

Sending hither- thither his mind to meander.

“O! How nice are the moon and stars at night

But time I have seldom or rare for delight.

Not in morning, but at dawn of the sunup

 I will be on my feet from sleep so sound.

Brushing and bathing I do in a speed

For dressing and eating, time, less I spare.                   

Rush I rapid  like a rocket to  the class

Caring no tiredness in the rain or sun.

Just like a camel in desert very hot

Or like a prisoner in the dungeon of city

In the school that is no better than a prison

Awfully  I am a slave of books and notes.

Studies and tuition steel my games,

Homework and projects twist in thoughts,               

Tests and exams disturb the sleep and

School bell and assembly blight my dream.

Food made relishing gives no tang

Enjoy I cannot at chats in the sitting,
 ‘Go and study’ words, always, me haunt

Whenever I try, around, to hang out.

Slogan of  ‘Ranks’ resonates in ears

As a nightmare perturbing all the calm.

Taunt the parents using cards of progress.

They  crush my heart with pity drops nil.

How gay and glad are the beasts and birds!

Ties their feet, never any schooling or lessons.

I wish I were a bat or a cat,a crow or a cock ,

Lived, I would have with tedium the least. 

Do the ‘A ‘grades determine the future

I will show that they   aren't  ‘a’ want’.

Let me be right now, fly in my dreams

Buzzing and humming before I alight."

sarala      

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