The Pre-Kg Prison Poem by sundaram chandrakalaadhar

the pre-kg prison

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i am the strongest critic of the pre-kg prison;
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posted tirelessly on social websites the sufferings of tiny tots

kept screwed on to the backless wooden benches,

in half or full sleep, hiding their fears of 'miss ' teachers

for over three hours like frozen figures,

afraid of even to voice their nature's calls-

o pity the child that actually opens its lids at the school only-

all other processes in its house done in deep slumber!

the parents initially suffer on their legs at the portals of these schools

silently suffering all ignominies to face some heartless queries of managements

which have anchored their merchandise vessels for huge whales-

but the children really suffer for a year in mortal fear for their foolish acts;

the word 'school ' becomes bitter and cruel in tender minds

that slip slowly into the intricate coils of ' depression '

you run, o parents, in confusion to 'psychiatrists '

the child losing all the wonders of this world before it blossoms!

where has all my resolve gone, all my lectures and aversion?

yes, today i hold my grand-son in my arms in an a/c car

and try all my wits to keep him awake en route

prior to my dumping of this three-year old in his pre-kg[' a' to] 'r ' section;

the poor kid throws a vacant glance at me

and i could feel the pinch of all his curses in my heart!



alas! i have become like a fierce rationalist



whose hoarse cries kiss the dust at his very home!







-s.chandra kalaadhar