First Lesson Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
First Lesson
Good boys sit on the first row
They do ma said as a rule
So with the call of the first crow
I was ready to leave for the school.
Just as I reached the clock struck six
From home it was quite some ride
What I found there threw me in a fix
The first bench was fully occupied!
Four sat already on the front row
With no more a space for the fifth
My jostles raised the others' eyebrows
They won't let me have it as a gift!
I pushed with all might the boy on the side
But he wasn't the one to let go
I feel a little shame when to you I confide
He gave me a hard fisted blow!
But a good boy as me must have rightful place
One on the first bench as a right
I wasn't going to settle for anything less
Even if that meant a bloody fight!
The second jab fell right on my nose
Blood spurted warm red on my shirt
That settled it brought the war to a close
The loss made a dent in my heart!
The last bench was empty with only one guy
He sat happily looking peaceful
I knew being good wasn't worth enough to die
And that was my first lesson at school!
The hard learnt first lesson in life! You have taken me back to those good old primary school days! (in our time, there were no pre primary classes) Hope the dent created in your heart got straightened up very soon ! But thinking of you as a small boy with bleeding nose is painful! A very lovely write!
How amusing! At least you fought for what you though to be rightfully yours.
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4/24/2024 6:28:20 PM # 1.0.0.1119
lol...a hilarious one....good to know u struggled for the first bench though last bench seems to be peaceful is indeed not as teacher target only the last benchers thinking they are dumbos......first benchers act smart and thereby escapte the teachers eyes........ reading your poem recalled me of my school days wherein due to this fights we had a rotation basis followed in our class wherein every student will get a chance to sit in first as well as last bench good one Pradip.........getting nostalgic!