My First School
A new building,
A new world,
All strangers,
Some crying,
Some weeping,
Some sleeping,
Some laughing,
Some dancing,
Some eating,
Some standing,
Some sitting,
Some playing,
Some dreaming,
All but caged
To tame to be good
For future, what they say!
In front stood
One with a rod;
Behind stood,
One with a rod,
In between caught
Innocent children like us
To tame to be good
For future that they say!
We never knew
What A,B,C,D mean
Or what would it mean!
We’re made but to learn
What A,B,C,D mean.
To tame to be good
For future that they say!
All I could do I tried
To be away from there;
The more I tried
The more I was dealt with.
I kept weeping and weeping
To be asked why?
I just said I saw
My Mom weeping outside
For having been away from her!
I said Mom, you weep, I weep,
You smile, I smile!
Thence on she smiled everyday
And here I’m smiling
At all other children,
Who now smile at one another!
A hell that I thought first,
A cage that I thought first,
My school is a heaven I say,
Teachers being like angels!
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Good write dear poet Jaison
Thanks for sharing, my applause, my vote
Regards & Love
Williamsji Maveli
My first school looks a lot like the Lord Jaison, over time I discovered that there are teachers who are angels and others who are real devils. Congratulations on the composition, both his subject and his technique seems a remarkable job.
Jaison has:
“Un edificio nuevo, un mundo nuevo, todos extranjeros, algunos llorando, algunos llorando, algunos durmiendo, algunos riendo, algunos bailando, algunos comiendo, alguna situación, algunos sentados, algunos jugando, algunos soñando, todos allí seguros, pero enjaulados”
A greeting.
Dear all,
It is but a candid admission of my first school. Thank U all!