Poem -

A girl who was curious

A girl who was curious

Every often when the lecture began,
A student of the first bench would always raise a hand.
Though didn't have any doubt in mind,
But so clever that she could create one in hand.

Dreams were just a handful for her,
But she wanted something much more great.
Interested in books and getting good grades,
Didn't even care of  a single dare.

Her dream was to live independent,
Not forcing someone for her fulfillment.
Every often she lost confidence,
Her parents tried to support her presence.

But then suddenly something strange happens,
She loses her interest in life.
Was she worried regarding her education,
Oh... sorry said someone,  that wasn't my intention.

The next day she locked herself,
Trying to hang to the ceiling fan by herself.
Her father sensed something was wrong, 
Opened the locked door and saved her again.

Her parents asked why you want to Quit ?
She replied "Can someone change this education system?"
If not then let me Quit.

Her father said to her,
Princess if you fear today then what is the use.
If you die today,
Where are you gonna find the truth?

A poem highlighting some of the issues that are faced by both parents and their wards due to some of the uplanned and carefree educational systems.
    

 

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