I REGRETA Poem by JENY
Wrote for a contest....nothing else...
My village school
It is very cool
No desks no benches
No class room hours
My colleagues come late
For long hours they chat
Films are their favorite topic
Their Bollywood star Sharuk
Allowed grants are divided
Among helms well contrived
Progeny of school are exploited
Progeny of leaders on it thrived.
One student a day dropped
From my grip so unarmed
He had to find work
To ward off hunger’s painful jerk..
Twinkle twinkle little star
Charred to ashes, shined never
In the fire of his stomach
That text books, couldn’t soak.
For a free noon meal
They counted hours, agog.
Counting in maths, I failed to seal
Into the salivating minds, of Palvov’s dogs.
3 R’s giggled in the class room like witches.
A predetermined failure hails, wails,
long before exams are written.
Like a fatal epidemic, imbeciles spawn.
Like a mono actor, for my pupils, I stood
Wishing my role to be understood.
I cant charm and focus their attention
Into books, cache of a knowledge, indefinite
I try to motivate the unmotivated minds
Knowing all time my own unmotivated mind,
Each day I step out of my classroom
Hating my crown, my head drooping down
I regret that I am a teacher..
I really regret that I am a teacher.
© 2010 JENY
Shelved in 1 LibraryAdded on June 26, 2010
Last Updated on June 26, 2010
Kerala, Thrissur, India
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