The Boy, the Schoolboy!

 

 

Holding a big bag hanging on shoulders

walks, he rather runs to the stop for the bus,

And that is to ply; well, he throws

his physique violently into the mobile.

 

Well, he manages and occupies the seat

that has only a vacancy, its quarter,

thoughts spurt from the brain as jets in the sky

sending his mind hither-thither to meander.

 

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

But the time I have is rare for delight.

not in the morning, but at dawn of the sunup

I get on my feet from sleep, so sound.

 

Brushing and bathing I do much speedy,

for dressing and eating, time, less I spare,                  

rush in rapidly like a rocket to the class,

caring no tiredness in the rain or sun.

 

Like a camel in a very hot desert

or like a prisoner in the dungeon,

in the school, no better than a prison

Awfully, I am a slave of notes.

 

Studies and tuition steel my games

homework and projects twist in thoughts,               

tests and exams disturb the sleep and

the school bell and assembly blight my dream.

 

Food made relishing shows no tang

and enjoy I cannot chat in the sitting.
'Go and study’ words, always, haunt

whenever I try, around, to hang out.

 

The slogan ‘Ranks’ resonates in ears

as a nightmare tearing the calm.

taunt the parents for cards of progress,

But my dear teachers soothe my heart.

How gay and glad are the beasts and birds!

ties their feet, never any lessons,

I wish I were a bat or a crow, then

soared, I would have with joy the best. 

 

Do the ‘A' grades determine the future?

I will show that they aren't a want’.

Let me right now, fly in my dreams

Buzzing and humming before I alight."