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WOES OF A SCHOOL BOY (Written on behalf of a school boy)
WOES OF A SCHOOL BOY
(On behalf of my son)
I’m a boy of ten,
Who has forgotten all fun;
Not so brilliant as others expect,
But so mediocre in every aspect.
As per age, I got to study,
Not Grade Seven; but Grade Five;
Come what may, my dad bypassed,
And put in seven irrespective of age.
Tender an age, I got to spend,
In subjects that are, hard to understand;
As I try my hands at tests,
I come out with ‘Marks of Red’.
Dad understands, but loses cool,
And hell breaks down, all at once;
When I think of this ‘Forceful World’,
I just cry; why should I?
I wake up , to the music of clock;
And rush to school at early morn;
I envy my friends in bed,
Whilst I’m off to school.
As I just sit in class,
With my eyes half asleep,
The Class Teacher calls the roll
To keep me awake for the day!
