School Boy Poem by Bhavik Bamania

When I was of Thrice
My mom dressed me nice
By putting my lovely dress shoes and socks
I went to school with lunch box

Every early morning of new day
I woke up with joy and gay
But when its time to say good bye
To my mom I began to cry!

Soon I habitual and eager to go
Whatever rain, heat or snow
But when I squeezed by homework
I try to cop-out from my work

When I saw exam on my head
I try to stay on bed
I was always fearful scared
And always prays to runaround

As I grew I become mature and impure
I’m more unique and antique
I stand in that position
Where I forgot my definition

As Instead of innocent and smart boy
I become a naughty boy

When I was young I want to be elder
But when I’m elder I want to be younger
Here I’m totally change
As here I want to escape

I try to bunk the classes
And love to be in picnic places
They are great source of fun
With all loons!

Ah! Now I stand on death
And now wandering into these lovely wealth
But I feel sad and cry
For what I miss as a boy

I beg to live this moment
Which are dark and shade.
I’m an innocent school boy
Who want to joy.

Moments are priceless and invaluable
And now I’m going to die
I was born with you
But I’ll die before you

I’ll be back again
In face of your children
Then you’re not going to enjoy
Me again as a school boy

I’m going towards my sepulchre
And remain in your photo or snap
I’ll be with you as in photographs
As an unforgettable memories

I’ll strike your mind
When someone will remind
Or passing from nearby the school boys
Will remind about your lovely days

Ye now I’m going to sleep
And now I’m leaving to weep
Getting ready for others
As I will sprout up in others life

As I’m a school boy
Who loves to joy
I’m a school boy
Who wants to joy
Who wants to joy…