OUR KIDS IN STRESS
Hirendra Kumar Meher 1961 (Odisha)
My child in stress!
Your child in stress!
Every child in stress!
In the present scenario of mess,
That hanging, I know not how to bless!
His eyes are wide open;
Striving to look through the blinds.
The spell of school days
That once he finds;
Screeching of the yellow glossy bus at the gate
And he rushes with his dear mom to encounter his school mate.
The bus twists and glides along the road
And their world of sa-re-ga-ma-pa aboard!
The seasoned gate of ages opens;
All the buses roar into the premises and the children step into their dens.
Some caw, some chirp, some chatter, some mutter…….
The bell rings and they settle in their wings.
Calm and composed, they reach their classes.
Chalk, duster, board and register flutter to warn them not to chatter;
The lady of the class enters, enthroned,
And the class transforms with no more purr!
After sometime,
The master of the class steps in, dignified,
And the class rises to compile!
One after another stories, lesson after lesson, Science, Social Science, Mathematics……..are taught.
They listen to their words and acts and get to know the facts.
They read the materials given to them and get ready to represent.
They speak and discuss on the topics and get to understand its logic.
They write on the lessons taught and get to learn a lot.
Indoor, outdoor games and tournament, debate and competition
Bring their lives to animation.
I know not how to gather them all again at this platform;
They get squeezed and crippled in this storm.
In the present scenario of mess, that hanging, I know not how to bless?
May Lord step into and act something in disguise!
May the good olden days of our kids reappear, never to disappear!
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Submitted by hirendra.xaviers on May 31, 2021
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Words | 299 |
Stanzas | 4 |
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