Being a child I wonder why I have to study so hard when the world is at war. |
EXHAUSTION Day by day, as my bag I carry, I run from class to class The numbers and letters dance before me Whether I fail or pass. Symbols and formulas, calculations and equations, The blackboard and the white chalk dust Computers and corrections, assignments and functions Crumbles my little mind’s crust…. Shakespeare and sonnets, poetry and plays, Devour my tiny young brain…. As the phrases and clauses, grammar and grades, Bind me up in chains…. Countries and capitals, continents and oceans, Spread over this huge huge earth, Galaxies and moon , planets and stars, I wonder how much they are worth !!!! Monarchs and masters, that ruled this kingdom, Many many years ago, Would they rise from their graves and change the History, If I boost their vain ego ???? Alas, I wonder and pout and ponder, Why I should memorize facts by heart ??? When the world is at war, and peace nowhere Have I really paid my part ??? My tired mind just needs the arms, Arms to hold me close, Not arms and weapons to fight each other.. And a race that these schools impose. I need a solace of love and peace, Somewhere in my exhausted mind.. A music that will linger forever.. A new childhood that I can find. Dr. Sujata Chatterjee (Mou Dutta) 06.04.2011 |