yashika frin

(20 march 1998 / chennai)

My new class


There is lot of noise
And everyone is shouting in the top voice
I am sitting blank
And the water is flowing in the tank
The sun was shining bright
With glaring light
Me and my friend sitting In the chair
Getting fresh air
The trees are moving
So I started loving
The nature
And I suddenly saw there was no creature
My brain
Is in pain
Because of rain
Reason is main
All started laughing
And puffing
Their cheeks turned rose
Because of heavy dose
I am starring at the fan
And at the tall man
Walking in the road
And I am again staring at the black board
There was nothing to do
So I was listening to cows boo
I wanted to go out
But a watchman who was stout
Stopped me in the gate
And told me its too late
I went back again to class
With a beaker made of glass
At last they rung the bell
Then I became well
I was filled with joy
Like a talking toy
I departed with a smile
And I stopped a while
I started wondering about my day
And I moved on my way

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

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