Schul daysz...

Someone in mid twelves:

Often i sit wondering, what am upto afterall;

Even asked this question tu my soul;

That in what am tryin tu make a hole;

But hidden was the answer from allllll....

Often i sit wondering, what am upto afterall;

Being a learner, cant my norms be followed ???

it was necessary to be in the system;

System, system of school, system of home and system of everyall;

Yet in order, none of them was;

And yet they shout “our system fits perfect in the wall”;

Often i sit wondering,what am upto afterall;

Argued a lot,shouted a lot and even cried a lot;

but hardly something it affected;

authorities were as unhuman as a stone !!!

often i sit wondering, that what is this all;

sir says, “textbook is wrong”

and yet made us cram alll; wrong all;

hardly a page; taught our principal;

yet we had to give reviews as

“Mam, sir taught us veryyyygood, whole good...”

Often i sit wondering, real meaning of “T-E-A-C-H-E-R-S”

“higher than parents” they are called;

Prove this,ask them, even a size of nut;

From the heap whole....

“Teachers”—expect us “students” to speak truth, breaking class unity,

When hardly they reveal any truth by checking our facebook’s profile....

Now even i have stopped thinking,

Nothing will change, by what i am doing,

Since years, its running.

AND like this only, will keep runninggggggg......

-         SAGAR...

                                                                  (WONDERIN SOMEDAY)