Outside my hostel,
Sitting in the garden,
Thinking how to get free
From the terror called ‘WARDEN'.
As I was sitting,
I heard some noise,
It was none other than
My warden's voice.
All of a sudden,
I ran so fast
After a few seconds, I found myself
Hidden behind a tree at last.
I saw something
From behind a tree,
That my warden
Was coming with something.
The 'something' was no more 'something'
But it was something made up of wood.
The next moment, I saw that it was a stick,
And I ran as fast as I could.
Warden saw me and ran after me
And the next moment, he caught me.
I screamed aloud and saw my warden
Now there was no terror on my face,
But the terror was on my warden's face.
My warden said, 'What happened to my son? '
And his son (means I)
Was now thinking
To have some fun.
I laughed aloud
And I laughed aloud,
My warden saw me
And he also laughed aloud.
As we returned to the hostel,
Everyone stood and felt silent.
They thought that the warden
Had done something violent.
But they didn't see there,
That weird sight.
After all it was the best day
With my warden and I.
Ohh! that's a great poem and also a great moment with your warden. thanks for sharing......................
BTW if you get spare time, do read my newly written ''Welcome To Pakistan''.
BTW if you get spare time, do read my newly written ''Welcome To Pakistan''.
The poem has a nice touch of humor and the simplicity of this poem is the beauty of the poem. Yeah, I do agree with your notes that the poem could have a better expression but everyone's first write is a bit childish. Mine was too! But nonetheless, the poem is a humorous tale. BTW, Why have you stopped writing nowadays? You are a very good poet and you have many capabilities. I still remember the beauty of your poem ''Shrieking East''. It was really an excellent write.
very beautiful, my dear son, go on writing. Go on reading also. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your first poem is very nice, funny and pleasing. In childish mind you have composed like a matured poet. Schoolmates tell very nice experience of their life and you write very nice poem. Each line gives clear picture of nice school days. It provokes thought and takes us back to school days memory. Excellent ONE.10/10 FOR YOU.