This is the primary school
of my village
Here I studied upto class four
in my time there was a handicapped teacher
in this school
and he was known to all
as lame teacher
from school his house was
about 300 meter away
so he was the in-charge of Keys
of the school
He was no.2 in position
but no.1 in sparing rod till the end
Once he charged his stick
on a dull student of class four
about 5 minutes, continuously
the muscle of his left arm cracked
he left school with a loud cry
and didn't come back again
few months later
I saw him in the market
selling potato with his father
not only one
dozens of student left this school
just like this
fearing the cane and stick
but no gurdian has complained
against him, anytime.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem