Teacher It goes on
So many desks,
countless rows
Papers and planes - class room
Converted
into play room, in the
Gap of teacher’s arrival; alongside
chocolate
wrappers and opening
and closing
poetry page of “solitary
Reaper”
for they are expected to
learn by
rote; unmanageable cacophony
silenced
by appearance of a master
with a bulky
bundle
of corrected note books ; some
more to be corrected;
the time
he makes them rehearse
previous
day’s poetry, some quotes,
by the time master taps his scale
on the table to control, there
comes a
circular about exam time table,
life is sulky , life is sullen,
learning
is tough and tedious
it goes
on until bell goes in his
dream, in
their dreams and watches;
till
summer vacation it is programmed
and final
day of ordeal arrives;
results ,promotions
and failures,
it goes
on.
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