It’s truly tough to surmise,
my infancy, ends up in a surprise
I’m damn sure
In next few years
I’ll be, in a ruthless school,
Kindergarten,
no garden of flowers
no garden of flowers
Uncouth draconian teachers,
bruise d’ innocent budding souls
Playful pleasures ripped off,
strange impositions, no funny stuff
Surfeit of home task to perform
to memorize, even maths sums
Somatic stamina, entirely out
No energy spared, to play or shout
Mind full with, wisdom transient
No real intellect development
An ephemeral erudition!
Book laden back pack burden
joy of juvenile funs, forgotten
Bounty bag lifting habit formed
no breathing time, no leisure
for tiffin, no relaxed atmosphere
Personality progress, appears absurd
all round growth, nipped in d’ bud
play not cognized,no recreation
In schools of fresh generation
Task onus, flash assessment
No sound sleep,
sweet dreams,never dreamt
No pleasing calm morning,
with anxieties,days begin
Rigorous code of uniform,
never suit, our condition
zeal depleted, gusto gone
just listen to dry lessons,
Lessons, learnt with pleasure,
Evidently lack of concentration
recedes far, goal of education
Impute d’ blame, to none
It’s our country, our system
high hours of incarceration,
reckoned as ideal institution
excessive stress,untold agony
mental growth marred in d’ tiny
unvoiced feel, in d’ youngster
vast volume of repressed anger
No paltry academic ambience,
education, not value based
patriotism nil, no non-violence
to inculcate spiritual progress
No worry for code of conduct
self restraint, modesty, never taught
Play, no place, in study curriculum
Encumbrance, turned d’ education
Tutoring, no trade venture,
mafia monopoly affair neither
Wings clipped, no freedom to fly
innovative ideas dissipate & dry
Wish to watch, environment
Birds, butterflies, flower plants
Peep at squirrels, play with nature
curiosity my teacher,
Blooming marigold, budding jasmine
Color veg.,in kitchen garden
Dig d’ earth, look for earth worms,
fully amusing watering of plants
Monarch butterflies, pretty moths
Humming birds, emerald green
their sweet whir & whine
Long proboscis, thirst for nectar
So fascinating d’ little creature
Ignore not, answer my queries,
Help me achieve,desired height
I'll flourish my stock of words
Till 5th birthday, no school, no class
No tuning in, to competing world
Only face-to-face interaction,
I dislike gossip,on cellphone
If no escape in d’ offing
If no escape in d’ offing
I’ll pull d’ socks up & get going
But School, a dirty dumping pool,
cage me not, in a school
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