School Boy
When I was of Thrice
My mom dressed me nice
By putting my lovely dress shoes and socks
I went to school with lunch box
Every early morning of new day
I woke up with joy and gay
But when its time to say good bye
To my mom I began to cry!
Soon I habitual and eager to go
Whatever rain, heat or snow
But when I squeezed by homework
I try to cop-out from my work
When I saw exam on my head
I try to stay on bed
I was always fearful scared
And always prays to runaround
As I grew I become mature and impure
I’m more unique and antique
I stand in that position
Where I forgot my definition
As Instead of innocent and smart boy
I become a naughty boy
When I was young I want to be elder
But when I’m elder I want to be younger
Here I’m totally change
As here I want to escape
I try to bunk the classes
And love to be in picnic places
They are great source of fun
With all loons!
Ah! Now I stand on death
And now wandering into these lovely wealth
But I feel sad and cry
For what I miss as a boy
I beg to live this moment
Which are dark and shade.
I’m an innocent school boy
Who want to joy.
Moments are priceless and invaluable
And now I’m going to die
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poem by Bhavik Bamania
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