Sunday, December 23, 2007

The School Girl....

There was once a little girl

Of age five or six

Though not really troublesome

School for her was a fix.


Cried she loudly,” stomach ache!!”

When the school bus did arrive

Off she went to her granny’s place

Off with glee of her lie.


Poor granny set the bed

For her to sleep n rest,

The naughty didn’t bother ‘bout it

‘Coz granny’s house was a fest.


Running, jumping playing, laughing,

Was all she did the day long

Never complaining of her tummy

But hopping bopping, singing song.


With all the concern and interest

She sat to see her granny pray

N some where went her hearts desire

To rather go out n play!


Boom! She got up, n took her cane

N transformed suddenly into a teacher

N guess who the students were

The trees in the backyard n the little creatures!


The lass played for hours together

Beating up the trees n all

N suddenly whacked a little fly

Down came a very great fall.


The bubbly child just threw her stick

And sat down at the door

Crying loudly n bitterly

For the fly, lying on the floor.


She stopped the game she loved the most

The” Teacher Teacher “game

Though it was for only an hour

“poor fly”, cried the dame.


Yet, she became again the tutor

N taught the trees with her tool,

Made the granny wonder how

She liked the game but not her school?


As the evening drew nearer

The tiny fraud got a bit nervous

‘Coz her worried mother came home

To see her daughter all frivolous!!


Days passed by n years changed

And so did this young woman

Who once cried to go to school

Now deems it to be a heaven.


3 comments:

Unknown said...

hey sneha...nice 1 yaar.....tu bhi yahi karti thi na bachpan mein...??!!??
lolz!

Unknown said...

Every child is special but all cant express their feelings and emotions like u and that makes u a notty girl in a classroom who is always outstanding!! hahaheheh u rocked it!!!

Aditya Kashyap said...

hey.they're luvly yaar..this is the first time..i have read any poem with patience..and i relly liked it...