The School

I visited a school, it was built of
Bricks and sour, the entrance was
Like a gusty waves, the classroom
Walls were mostly cracked lined.


The roof were full of holes and roots
Where each leak in rainy water,
There was a need of window to school
Empty blackboard and a chalk piece boxes


Children are so helpless in appearance
There faces like rootless weeds
Few were dressed up with tie, few with shoes
Their tongues run naked into books.

There eyes live in a dream of future
Little dots, the young one dream
Far, far from the stars of words
These raw are melting into the big tree

Awarding the country its country has
Great Teachers, Doctors, Scientists, Politicians
And one of the best vision in the future.
Yet for these children world are painted with fog


Unless Teachers, Inspectors, Educational Department
Search of new means and refined it
These raw than open on their lives
Like a crouching stems.

- Asha.G