Treasure Island

yashika frin

(20 march 1998 / chennai)

First day first class


Today it’s a new day
And I am going in a new way
Everything is new
So I am able to view
That my friends are very few
All are new teachers
With new features
I am glaring and staring
At the classroom
And the broom
Lying down
I feel like I am in new town
There is nothing to talk
So I want to walk
But the gate is not closed
And my cheeks are getting roused
I am myself feeling alone
Like a single bone
All the mouth are shut
And our nose is cut
Oh what a day this is
I just want a miss
Hope tomorrow goes well
And finally they rung the bell.

Submitted: Tuesday, July 23, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 23, 2013

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