My ClassroomA Poem by Sonakshi Arora
Welcome to my havoc-heaven!
"Good morning, students
Good morning to one and all."
Says the class teacher
As the first morning call.
And as the students open their eyes
They wish the teacher in sluggish voices
The entire classroom of 41 students
is filled with heavy, snoring noises
"Today we shall start with Maths."
Says the teacher with a scorn
While the tired and lethargic students
Can only whine, crib and mourn
Mrs. Jones caught one boy
sleeping with his hands on his head
and Mrs. Jones scolded a girl
Who joined two benches to make her bed!
Every morning the children are tired
And fight with their mothers for skipping school
They rather not mug up and cram
But instead stay illiterate fools
On the first bench sits a boy
Who never talks or screams
Whereas the last benches are filled with students
Lost in their own dreams!
In the middle row sit some girls
Who steal and smuggle tiffin-boxes
God knows why they come to school
When they are as cunning as those clever foxes!
And as soon as the bell goes off
The students wake up and smile with glee
As if they were never tired
Because now it was time for P.T!
Welcome to my lovely class
Where every day we have some fun
Sometimes we enjoy so much that
Even all the teachers run!
© 2017 Sonakshi Arora
Navi Mumbai, India
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