The Unusual Cradle Of Fun
'school is fun', seemed
weird coming out of a
4th grader.
ask why and you'll have
it crisp, 'i have friends
and teachers are game'.
she reaches 8 grade and
fights over petty issues
then her friends come up
and provide her, with tissues.
think, this is cool?
but now thats the end
friends leave school
and she is left alone
they changed her class
they altered her interest
the one who cut classes
, now sat in those rooms
sans friends, sans fun
sans company, sans everything
from fun and learn,
it changed to bore and learn
inspiration is worth nothing
family gave her something,
probably the last hope to survive,
to learn and adjust;
now fun was only family;
'school is not fun', now seemed
weird coming out of a 10th grader.
poem by Taanya Khanna
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